Entropy and Oblivion

Entropic Chant

by Anexl'emin of OES

I am the thorn in the foot I, I am the blur in the sight;

I am the worm in the root, I am the thief in the night;

I am the rat in the wall, the leper that leers at the gate;

I am the ghost in the hall, herald of horror and hate.

I am the rust on the corn, I am the smut on the wheat,

Laughing man's labor to scorn, weaving a web for his feet.

I am the canker and mildew and blight, danger and death and decay; The rot of the rain by night, the blast of the sun by day.

I warp and wither with drought, I work in the swamp's foul yeast;

I bring the black plague from the south and leprosy in from the east.

I am the shrill cold spirit that chills the darkness you feel after dark. I am the chaos that tears stars apart.

You cannot escape me.

You cannot defeat me.

You can only embrace me.

-The Entropic Chant