Peaceful Chaos

In silent treachery, sweet madness has formed

Coiled rings attach in collision

Chemistry blasting against the midnight sky

Distance brings perfect polarity

Lightning it must be for what the eyes cannot see


And those in perfect sight see life right down to its basic essence;

a cloud of atoms pouring in against their skin


Nature configured to humanity’s reign


Sweet madness they call it

Organized chaos for the masses

The quickest way to a peaceful war;

chemistry, in its simplest form


Ways of creation must in fact be ways of desecration

New life in its new form

With every invention;

“This one will end it”

“This one will end it”

“This one will end it”


Wild energy seeps into the sky,

it does not end, it lingers


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