Once in a sandbox far far away
Several Immortal sat down to play
They built their little cities, they positioned their little men
The men then built up a followings, and labled things sin

They had prayers, they had torture
There was light and dark
Some divine walked among their sand castles
And some observed, afar

Now the little men within the sand, well, they began to brag
They all decreed their god the best and any others, slag
Some factions moved a bit away from all the useless dribble
Others charged in banners flying into this useless quibble

Forests burned and people died
Grammar, was thoroughly slaughtered
Soon the public news was wrought
With strife these fights had fathered

Some called for peace some called for more
Some called for quiet, for once, or...
More battles, more burning, more blackened wood
More names and more insluts, that never stood

And all the while one group sat back
Their god smiling at all the rest

For all the strife these factions caused
Stirred up war the best


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Glacian, in the year 742 AF.