The Entropic Chant

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

I am the worm at 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 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 plague from the south and leprosy from the east

I am the shrill cold spirit that 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