The Lost Cross of Chaoss
The Lost Cross of Chaoss
(acrostic)
Tomorrow turns too yesterday
How fast it can appear
Everything you borrowed
Left without a tear
Office of a coffin
Society’s sickle cell
Taxes for the order
Chaos rings like a bell
Right or wrong forgotten
Our vanity cries out
Save me from my suffering
Still let me dish it out
Oh the joy of triumph
Feeling numb to shame
Chaos's always calling
He wants to play your game
Appears without a warning
Offers you no choice
Suffering's the outcome
Suffering's his voice
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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