Organizing Chaos...
In the beginning,
there was nothing but darkness...
where chaos ruled with it's unruly force,
smashing collisions,pulverized debri,directionless matter,
in a constant destructive malady...
We call this darkness,evil,
but what it is,is chaos...
disorder and confusion,
disarray at it's most turbulent
a neverending dark storm...
Then came time...when light appeared,
to guide this matter into an orderly fashion,
mechanistic motion also appeared as time...
this matter has only reflected the light,
like the moon,but like the moon,
the darkside keeps us in darkness...in chaos,
and like moths to a flame,
we are attracted to that light,
which is a reflection of our desire...
The war for resources,is our chaotic fate...
Copyright © Jay Del Fierro | Year Posted 2009
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