• In hate it is born,
    Only to live under scorn,
    Chaos is its name,
    Its’ like a demon and plays many little games,
    Toying with hearts and minds,
    No matter what the finds,
    Chaos will always be lurking,
    Waiting for a chance,
    Waiting to raise its lance,
    Born from humans might,
    It will always feed from the fight.

    -appropriate touching