Unpredictable

Rising up against the clan
Of Scholae they were not a fan
They fought hard but most died
Some were spared while others fried

In the cities and some places not found on a map
Bombs going off with a clap
Defeat was theirs at the time
All that was left for them was crime

Many they were not able to save
Under the heel of Scholae they did slave
Very few of each group left to live
Scholae had left them nothing but to give

Into the rabbit hole they did hide
Time to wait and bide
Leaders of the rebellion had become mad
Many had called the rulers of Scholae bad

Skies above were filled with a full wing
Units were readied all to bring
Time to take the trash out to the bin
House Imperium for the win.

Fragmented, we call them all
Who lived to see their comrades fall
When in the Clan's way they dared stand
And met with their most timely end.

They once were rebels, Scions, Cause
And brought about, with much applause
Civil war, unrest, pain and grief
And dared call it All Men's Relief.

They started war and warred to win
The Empire and place their kin
In charge of what they would have gained
Had not the Clan's strength remained.

Now we watch them in their dens
No good or just uneasy friends
More... rats from dozens sunken ships
On a lone island, try come to grips.

Fragmented, we call then now
Who refused us our rightful bow
But when their last have burned, been plundered
They'll be forever known as Sundered.

Since the start of it all,
There are groups that shall fall.
They have raised their flags,
And we shall turn them to rags.

First there is The Cause,
Their motives were false.
They say they wanted freedom,
But through their terror its treason.

The Scions lay a claim,
That our Emperor was lame.
Theirs is an apparition,
And has lost his own mission.

Now they stand united,
Since they all feel slighted.
They come to take down Scholae,
With no idea how much they'll pay.

Though their mission is known,
And with their cover blown.
They shall now fall to pieces,
Because of their differing reasons.

Fragmented

The forces of evil once again come forth
To attack Clan Scholae Palatinae
From all over Cocytus they come to play
Pirates, mercenaries, and warlords, everyone with no worth
Decide to attack once again
They board their shuttles and fighters
Heading for Judecca space
All of them acting like it was a race.
Beginning to get anxious like biters
They start to turn and spin
Firing on each other before the fight begins
Shields sputtering out in a spark
Lasers disintegrating hull in the dark
Scholae comes to blow them all away
No one survives the battle and they win the day.

A diverse army
From all races and backgrounds
Attempt to Unify

One task to rally
An empire to overthrow
A daunting prospect

Communication
Weakened by anarchist views
The death of order

Chaos reigns supreme
Not leaders or commanders
All men for themselves

With no management
There can be no victory
The plan unravels

To empire’s wrath
The rebellion crumbles
Nothing left but ash

SW Lucyeth
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The survivors come and go,
shouting chants to the Gods below,
yelling loudly here they go,
chants of CSP rocks the depths below,
through the clouds and in the night,
your worse fears have now come to life,
their time of arrival is never known,
and you will grip your self when the moment comes,
the Emperor sends his legions from his throne,
like a composer leading the greatest piece ever known,
the time is drawing near,
and soon your life will disappear,
do not fight it for it will only break,
the will you have left and soon it will escape,
close your eyes and wait and see,
CSP will bring you all to your knees!