A Rebellion for Chaos

As the rain fell, their fates were forged in the fires,
Fires of blood and steel, the forge of Vulcan surpassed! 
Into the coves of congruence, rode the One Hundred,
This be the march of the Incongruant: The rebels;

One Hundred rebels against the indefatigable tyranny of the Congruants,
What fate awaits the One Hundred against ten thousand of the Uniform?
Only a self-forged fate may persist against the onslaught of the Congruence,
A future wrought in hope, inspiration and resilience;

Yet they march, march at an impeccable pace,
O! Such grace they radiate, the Incongruant One Hundred,
As futile as the war effort may be, they refuse to give up the chase,
They rent apart the first line of the Uniform, as their sinewy assault thundered!

"The Congruence shall fall, bleed and die!", the Incongruants roared,
The hegemony of this establishment shall be uprooted,
In the blood of the Aligned, the rebels shall walk as a horde,
For the deaths of the Congruants, our heroes shall be imputed;

In the fiery rebellion, the Congruent shall burn,
The Incongruant shall rise out of their ashes: Phoenix of hope,
The march of the One Hundred echoes across eternity, as the sands of time shall churn,
May the Congruent end, as does this trope.