Chaos and Stuff

And Then They Bled

Happy days come and go,

the world turns, ebbs, flows,

we live through life and happy shit,

but what's the point, why not just end it?

What life is is simple and efficient,

nothing to care about, just get sappy and reminiscent,

emotions flow through the network of minds,

yet we all realize that we are just blind.

Life is dictated by one simple trigger,

and we cant tell the difference between big and bigger,

life is dictated by that which is Chaos,

that, and your stupid ass boss.

So tell me why should I be nice?

Please answer this, entice me,

show me the way to paradise!

OR just give me a fucking sacrifice.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Now that I have posted significantly, I will introduce you to something that often is featured within my more violent poetry, and all of my songs: profanity. I know some people believe that profanity does not belong in poetry, but guess what? I believe that profanity does. Why is it profanity anyways? Because it's not in the bible, or whatever religion you follow? Luckily, I have no religion.

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