Edited, for punctuation and stylistic elements. This is at least partly and probably entirely inspired by Melpomine's The Greed Crusader, which is simply amazing (I've been overusing that word since finding it) and you have to go read it. Seriously. Anyway, the subject is different, this is more general, but I think the overall feel is pretty similar, and this popped into my head all of half an hour after reading Greed Crusader, so at least some credit goes there, probably through the general mood of it. Enjoy.
The Laughing God
This is the final stand, you see,
Of the cursed and of the blessed.
We know we're bound for agony,
But won't go gently to that rest.
For pride is stronger than battles won,
Stronger than truth or love,
And though the lies once come are gone,
Death we think not of.
But is my truth not more clear?
Is it not the greater good?
An amount of evil is in the world—
To remove it is always good.
My truth is victory, you see,
Or justice still upheld,
And you speak of the same, somehow,
As we each lie to ourself.
Of course you speak the truth, my love!
I know you're never wrong.
And though you lead me to Hell itself,
I willingly follow along.
If you were in my place,
Wouldn't you do the same thing as I?
And soon I hope to take your name
As you watch from up in the sky.
Do you think that this is the way things work?
That force overcomes the mind?
I've already won, you said so yourself,
You said that that name is mine.
When did I get involved in this?
I don't even want to know.
It doesn't matter, I suppose;
Together friends always go.
We know that we're approaching
The end of this exalted time.
A day of history in the making
And we swear it will end fine.
But what are promises really worth?
In a world of lying gods?
Truth, we call, arise and come forth,
And what comes is the laughing god.
Pride is stronger than battles lost,
Than ages come and gone,
But pride can break and we all lost
Against the laughing god.
