Setemkia

Chaos is a passive creature Neither caring nor favoring Anyone side of the duality of man. It silently waits in it's chasm of light Hidden in men's hearts. Anarchy dreams of dying worlds Laid waste to by dying men. Unforgiving of the simple things Best left behind; Best left forgotten. Order builds new worlds From thoughts and dreams. For such is the way of hopeful men. Building harmonies in the chorus. Passion drives the mortal soul Compelling it to write, to sing, to live. Man tries to capture it's essence in tangible things But it is best found On the tender moist lips of who you just kissed.