From a malevolent source, a force cold and deep,
In realms unseen, its secrets it weaves,
Embodiment of dread, with purpose and might,
From fusion unknown, it takes its flight.

Balanced in remorselessness, cruelty's embrace,
Feared by mortals, in its chilling grace,
To punish and enslave, its ominous decree,
A malevolent power, none can truly flee.

Seven truths of power, laid bare and stark,
Foundations of evil, into the void they embark,
The First, the drive for advancement, its aim,
Through discipline and pain, it fuels the flame.

The Second, cruelty, a ruthless tool,
To weed out the weak, by the coldest rule,
Weakness, the Third, in all forms to erase,
Physical, Mental, Spiritual, no trace.

The Fourth, foes of strength, they must be quelled,
Forgiveness, tolerance, and laxity expelled,
The Fifth, the body made strong through strife,
Combat, the means to a robust life.

The Sixth, the mind, devoid of conscience's weight,
Inflicting pain on others, a sinister state,
The Seventh, the spirit, in hardships grown,
Self-imposed and external, strength is sown.

From the mountain's fortress, it reigns supreme,
Bloodlust quenched, in its ruthless scheme,
Dominion it seeks, a relentless quest,
In its name, its faithful, ever blessed.

To punish and enslave, its chilling decree,
In malevolent power, they bend the knee,
In service they gather, their loyalty unfurled,
For this Malevolent Force, they shape the world.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chronos, in the year 932 AF.