My 40k poetry, critique it please.

[Stdman]

Something I've been working on for a few hours, hope you like it. The style is supposed to be about belonging, also it's not supposed to rhyme. Note I also just edited it so it has one extra stanza than it did before.
In the 41st Millennium
A time of unbalance
A time where man must once again
Sacrifice all he can to insure survival
Trust only those of his species
Mimicking that of his beginning
To stretch further and push away his end
But in the material world
Things are destined for such a fate

Ruled by a very powerful man
Known to them as the ‘God-Emperor’
The mighty Imperium
An expansive Empire
Over a million worlds strong
Harbouring the greatest of weaponry
Such destructive power all for the design of protection
Protection via any means
Against those who defy his might
Aliens, Heretics, traitors
Mankind has evolved to such a point
That even he is his own enemy

A group of people, so bizarre are they
They hold the markings of reptiles
Scaly skin that can change colour at will
Big, round cat-like eyes that can focus on dust
Tall, athletic build allowing them to run like wind
To climb trees like a skink and read the stars
People who can tame even the most savage of animals
And create spiritual bonds, friendships

Humans, truly a distrusting and xenophobic race
Even differences upon their own
Was viewed upon as impure heresy
Cursed upon by evil beings from another dimension,
Human society’s superstitious beliefs
Had halted its progression
Regressing into ignorance of science
An overall anti-intellectual attitude
Society now had resembled the Dark Ages

The Reptile men, considered abhumans
They’re beliefs and culture
Seen as alien heresy, against his might
An excuse for bloody violence
Using religious scribes to excuse their prejudice
The imperials doing what they could to keep society ‘pure’
Eventually the Emperor had found out about these Reptile people
While he still lived
He allowed them citizenship
And kept most of this society sane and sensible

Within these Half-men
He saw humans, people who like him
Felt Fear and Desire
Wanted only a life unrestricted by verbal jaws
Unrestricted by judgment and oppression
An addition to Mans fight against his alien foes
They are given citizenship into the Imperium
Considered members of the Human race

However there were still rumours esculated by Paranoia
Fear, Anger, Hatred
These were the feelings of the general public
Rumours that these Reptile people were evil
That they had intentions against the Imperium
That they, like a disease would destroy this body from the inside
Causing anarchy and the end to Humankind
How stupid they were, such mass ignorance
To project the qualities of Mans mortal enemies
Onto a group of people who gracefully cook for them
And expect nothing in return
These were people who had the strongest of work ethics
The Entitlement Complex was dead within them

One of his most valued apprentices
A narcissistic and arrogant man, has betrayed his will
A mass civil war
Thousands die in his name and against it
In the end of the heresy
The Emperor is severely wounded
By the one who vowed to serve him until death?
He loses control of his Empire
His place is taken by others who ‘know’ his word
Most abhumans are shunned from Imperial Society
The Reptile men are the first, never to be seen
Not for eons to come
They’re never to be citizens
Forced to fight alone
Or to create an alliance with one of his foes
Choice is non-existent here

[TheAndyman]

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i never thought of poetry when someone mentioned warhmmer 40k, but i like it. keep up the good work!