This isn't really a poem; it's more like a prose. But I felt that it flowed sort of like a poem. Also, this is based in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. I've formatted it so it looks more like a poem. It's probably not very good. Oh well.
I am the light that hides in shadow.
I am the guide, protector, and judge of humanity.
There is no power I cannot wield; there is no place I cannot go.
No heretic shall hide from me,
No xenos shall defeat me,
And no daemon shall corrupt me.
I am the Inquisition.
I am the cleansing flame which burns away cancerous flesh.
I am the right hand of the Emperor, the steadfast hand that aims the pistol.
I perform his will without question, with the Astronomican as my guide.
I am man’s last defense against his own worst enemy: himself.
I am the Inquisition.
I have eyes on a million worlds in a thousand galaxies.
My reach is that of a hundred thousand black ships.
I ensure that a thousand souls are sacrificed daily to maintain the survival of the Emperor.
My word is law, even amongst the Adeptus Astartes.
I am the Inquisition.
Worlds burn at my command.
Entire species who threaten humanity find themselves extinct when I lay my gaze upon them.
Even the great God-Daemons shake at my coming.
The Warp itself yields to my ships with grace where otherwise it would reveal horrors.
I am the Inquisition.
Surrounded by filth, I protect humanity’s heart.
Despite my best efforts, humanity has begun to slip back into the dark times:
When brother fought against brother, and the Emperor was slain.
With a bloody fist, I shall ensure that time does not come again.
I am the Inquisition.
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