Malal the Retconned | Warhammer 40K

Born from the Warp, a cosmic mistake,
A god of disorder, destruction he makes.
Black and-white phantom, axe forged for doom,
Breaks the laws of physics, then clears the room.
Patron of betrayal, the ultimate knife,
Free you, then smite you, then call it “life.”
A rebel who rebels from himself alone,
Paradox deity, chaos dethroned.

He hates you
He hates them
He hates Chaos
He hates hate itself
He hates his followers
And hates… wait, what?

Raging god of fury wild, anarchic, unshaken,
Terrifying, but retconned, erased, and forsaken!
Oh Malal, the Doombringer, Chaos God of “NO!”
Games Workshop whispered softly…
“Sorry mate, you gotta go.”

He feeds on rebellion, Chaos devouring kin,
The god of “Screw all of you,” including his own win.
Followers rise screaming, “ALL SHALL FALL!”
Then vanish in silence Malal hates them all.
Doombringers, renegades, lone wolves of spite,
Cults burn at dawn, collapse by the night.
Galaxy’s tantrum, contradiction divine,
Too angry for canon, too cool to decline.

He bites Chaos
He bites mortals
He bites storylines
He bites cuts
He bites canon
He bites… copyright disputes.

Raging god of fury wild, anarchic, unshaken,
Terrifying, but RET KOND, erased, and taken!
Oh Malal, the Outcast Lord, the God of “Burn it all!”
If not for paperwork binding…
He’d still haunt Warhammer’s halls.

“Chaos must die.”
“Chaos must fall.”
“But also me.”
“…and especially y’all.”
So edgy, even Chaos said:
“Bro… chill.”

Raging god of fury wild, anarchic, unshaken,
The only Chaos deity angry he was ever created!
Oh Malal, patron saint of contradiction and woe
Still wrecking canon…
If they hadn’t told him to go.