Turning and turning in the widening gyre,

the falcon cannot hear the falconer;

things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

the ceremony of innocence is drowned;

the best lack all conviction, while the worst

are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

when a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

a shape with lion body and the head of a man,

a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

that twenty centuries of stony sleep

were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle;

and what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- W.B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"

When you build Ink-Treader Nephilim as a commander, people usually think, "This will be fun!". Then they quickly realize how oppressive it is, and their friends make jokes about them basically masturbating in corner for ten minutes, and their faces are more like D: after a while.

This is a deck that seeks to remain on the Actually Fun side of that equation.