The beginning of existence
Born from the erratic
The beauty is uncertainty
How does one end disorder
When disorder is all we are?
Organize, digitize, militarize
We MUST make sense
Of the nonsense from which we came
March in formation, stay in line, STICK TO THE PATH
Deserters will be prosecuted to the full extent of perception
Matter from energy
Energy from Pandemonium
Embrace the beautiful uncertainty
We were born in it
Forget everything else
We come from chaos
We go into chaos
We are chaos
Be the Chaos you wish to be
Love it!