Chaos

A word called Chaos is in order to describe the way
your mind's behaving seeing Justice in her lingerie...
...portents of nation's detonations...oh, it's deadening...
How worse can hell be? Here can well be just as threatening!

So quickly are our mores fading,
we lose all sense of Sense.
Our Past and Future start invading.
They wake their ghosts, they shake their bones,
they make our Present tense.

Stop giggling, it's only chaos.
Keep chanting: It's only chaos.

Whirlpools in my eyes...ev'ry sunrise...can't connect the dots...
apocalypses...and ellipses joining scattered thoughts...
Restraining Order slaps a border on libido's cloud.
Soldiers of Dogma are the smegma of the dull and loud.

Only the Strong will perservere in
Truth's penniless pursuit.
Enough to see, once the dust starts clearing,
this Mayhem’s seed has borne a new and never-bitten fruit.

Stop giggling, it's only chaos.
Keep chanting: It's only chaos.

So add the spice of vice to virtue.
Initiate your soul.
A little pinch impure won't hurt you.
Re-liberate all that those tethers called your arms control.

Stop giggling. It's only chaos.
Keep chanting: It's only chaos.
Stop chaking. It's only chaos.
Start embracing only chaos.
What else is there? Only chaos.
Keep chanting: It's only chaos.
Admit it. There's only chaos.
What's pure when there's only chaos?