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I can't call this poem the most realistic in the world, as I can't imagine a Space Marine Chapter being so self-promotional. Still, it's a big galaxy. Anything can happen I guess. :)
Modus Operandi
From the light of Terra's star,
To the Eastern Fringe.
We are the spear of the Imperium,
On us mankind is hinged.
...
Despite the odds we do not fall,
To fear or misery.
From xeno filth and Chaos fel,
We'll guard humanity.
...
Be it under creation's light,
Or the tides of the Aether.
We'll go to war when we are called,
We never once will waver.
...
On every world in every battle,
We'll descend from the sky.
We fight for Man and Him on Earth,
Bolters at our sides.
...
For we are the Astartes,
In us faith's strength does gleam.
We are the light against the dark,
We are the Space Marines.