Order and Chaos

Care, love, compassion

Empathy, emotion, passion

Liking, supporting, happiness,

Joy, sympathy, help, aid

What is considered good

Could be summed up like that

But what if I told you it didn’t matter?

What if I told you none of that mattered?

What if you waking up, going to work,

Attending school, doing chores,

Caring for family members, fighting for 

Family and friends back home,

Helping people you know and don’t,

What if I told you it didn’t matter?

Human nature and everything

That comes with it, good and bad

What do you think all of that

Will ever amount to in your lifetime?

Nothing matters in your world

Save for an ancient battle

Between Order and Chaos

Make a wish, do you desire power?

Do you want to never age?

To be wealthy beyond your wildest dreams?

To have sex with anyone you desire?

To take from others what you wanted?

To gorge until you could no longer?

To destroy everything that angered you?

Or do you desire to be relieved of all responsibilities? 

Whatever you desire, you can pursue

But what you pursue can consume you

If you feel someone has wronged you

And you destroy them

Is it truly justified?

Or does justice even matter?

Can you truly do something that makes a difference?

Or is what you pursue a facade?

Something you decided to chase 

To provide yourself a purpose?

What if everything you did

Wrong or right, never amounted 

To anything and never affected anything?

What purpose do you truly have

That is worth living for?

Can you even name your motivation?

Or does the lack of an answer suffocate 

Your throat and prevent an explanation?

Can you trust anything within your

Miserable and finite existence,

Or will you simply rot once your

Body has expired?

See, keeping your darkness

Secret is no less normal

Than to clothe yourself,

To bathe yourself,

To eat, or to breathe

You hide your darkness

Because within it lies the truth

Within it lies the truth of there

Being nothing but two things

Order and Chaos

And you are simply living an existence

That a balance between the two has allowed.

Chaos provides freedom, but brings anarchy.

Order provides unity, but controls and restricts you.

Both have the power to create and destroy

Both want something from you

Both want to have their way with you

Both will eventually be your demise

There is nothing you can do

To avoid this.

You will eventually be claimed

So, the choice is yours,

You can pursue whatever you desire,

But don’t be surprised when you are consumed

Sure, some never perish and ascend

Some become gods, and many others perish

But each choice has a consequence

And will demand a sacrifice

Order and Chaos are what everything comes from

And from them, everything shall soon return.

The entity that rules your world

And the others that rule other worlds.

They can not escape this balance.

For every Dogma is me, and whatever you believe

Whatever you wish, I create and I will consume.