The thing about having a creative brain is sometimes it’ll create things you just don’t want it to. And the only way to get rid of things that it’s created against your will is to spit them out into the world – otherwise they’ll lurk in the dark corners of your mind and jump out to torment you when you least expect them to.
As such, I am reluctantly forced to subject you all to this monstrosity. I’m so, so sorry…
My mother was the keeper of the orbital dock,
And she slept with a sanctionite warlock,
Out of this union came children three,
An ogryn and a ratling and the other was me,
Oh now see the Emperor’s light!
Oh for the life of a sanctionite!
One cycle I testing out the ammo feed,
Belting out a verse of the Omnissiah’s Creed,
A voice from behind me said “Hey there!”
I turned to see my father floating in midair,
Oh now see the Emperor’s light!
Oh for the life of a sanctionite!
What has become of my children three?
My father then he asked of me,
One was fed to the Emperor’s throne,
The other was converted to a servitor drone,
Oh now see the Emperor’s light!
Oh for the life of a sanctionite!
The warp fire flashed in his skull white hair,
I looked again and my father wasn’t there,
A voice came echoing from the airlock,
“To the warp with the keeper of the orbital dock!”
Oh now see the Emperor’s light!
Oh for the life of a sanctionite!
