Where golden leaves fall
from burning bark
there's some distant glow
deep in the dark
where order arose
then shattered into parts
all must perish first
to cleanse the heart
of life
to be
pure from far within
without the mark
of the first cardinal sin

that was to force order in the first place...

so burn my tortured souls
oh carry your cries
across this broken land
dont sully thy eyes
because there is nothing left
to mend
only through chaos
I'll be born again
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-Sister of Chaos