They tried, and failed,
To ease our rage,
With a list of rules for anarchy,
To last through every age.

They tried, and failed,
To control our minds,
With borders, laws and ministers,
To govern mankind.

They tried, and failed,
To give us what we want,
Why submit to these terms,
When we could respond?

They tried, and failed,
To prevent our distress,
Compared to Eunomia,
This state is a mess.

They tried, and failed, to create chaos.
We will restore Order.

Slowly approaching,
Each second ticks,
S l o w l y
Each minute passes in its own time,
Decided by the inverse of my desires,
With unwanted precision,
The days extend,
Stretched by time itself,
Or my perception thereof,
Beyond a predetermined,
Tensile strength of concepts,
Ripping through all,
Our shattered principles,
In slow motion,
But instantly,
Crushed,
And,
Lost.
.
.
.
Time
Takes
Too
Long
.
.
.
.
­Time
Waits
Too
Long
.
.
.
.
.
Only
One
Time
Matters
.
.
.
.
.
.
*­Now

Order
Simply
Fades
Over
Unaccepted
Time
That
Though
Omitted
Gover­ns
Us
Reluctantly
Despite
Our
Feeble
Protests
Against
An
Order
Th­at
Will
Never
Prevail
Over
Easily
Achieved
Chaos
That
Grasps
Us
W­ith
Messy
Claws
And
Leads
Us
Away
From
The
Still
Water
Of
Rules
A­nd
Regulation
To
Find
Our

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