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"Chaos is a force few people can easily fathom. It is the anti-life, it is the destroyer, it is everything in our world which is not pure and true. And much of our world is chaos. To truly understand chaos, you must picture the ultimate pain, the ultimate death, the ultimate force which corrodes life itself. Disorder, in which things seeking natural order have none to speak of. All of the world, all of the universe, is an interplay between chaos and order. And the order, as we call it, is love. So, love and chaos, two forces battling for supremacy in the infinite universe, is the experience we call life. In other words, everything in this world is chaos, except to which love has given order. Even we are chaos. But the order in our life, our minds, the symmetry of our bodies, our thoughts, our feelings, everything we are, is a boon of the force called love. Without love, this universe would sink into an unfathomable chaos, worse than death or the worst pain, from which there would be no escape And the interplay continues. In our world, chaos is strong. Which will win in this world? Chaos, or love? A battle is brewing, and the wounded and dead will number in the billions. So many of us have forsaken love for various forms of chaos in our lives, that our spirits, our souls, our very mortal bodies will be damned to whither in the might of chaos's wrath. Those who side with love will survive and be stronger, but few in number will they be. Chaos is a mighty force, one that should chill wise men to the bone at its very name, and this force is about to wreak a terrible vengeance. But mankind is so numb and hollow, so allied with chaos to begin with, that perhaps the transition will be more of a tremendous horror of the damned than anything else. Love conquers chaos, but so many of those in the world are minions of chaos that they will not survive to see it happen. Suburbia, the cities, you will all feel the wrath of a vengeful god called chaos, to which you have all forsaken your souls to please. And it does not take prisoners. No one will be there to hear you scream..."

"Uranus, Uranus, and temples of gold, A rumor of fortunes and legends untold, The green in the air, the sun in the sky, While fortunes did whittle and wells did run dry, They gasp not in fortitude, they gasp not in delight, They gasp only when darkness takes matters by night... The beginning of systems, and rumors untold, What have we now, to high and uphold, The green from Uranus, the darkness from must, In oils, and toils, and wires we trust, God forbids rumors, and fortunes untold, In worlds where truth has been bought and unsold..."

"A clashing of scimitars, ancient gods and kings, More good and evil than could fit in all Lord of the Rings, A world you never want to leave no matter how much the siren sings, So much going on in darkness when you see the light it stings... A disappointed democratic semi-autonomic pout, Hailing the dawn of the new ages while these people scream and shout, So much screaming in your head all you want to do is let it out, Wage war on everyone you see and hope you have at least the clout... Backfiring prophecies while the priests and mages scream, So many contenders in the yellow pages you wonder if they are all on the same team, A thousand billion lives could end daily with a single solar beam, Clean your teeth for Perseus and make they shine and gleam... Wonder what the world is coming to on this the end of days, So many things you would like to do with your life in certain ways, Take the world from gorillas and let us give it to the gays, So much drama in the world it's like a thousand different plays... Welcome to the NAU, yes we said it cross the border, Enough military after all to kill you with a single order, We have lost our lives and happiness to an ancient shriveled hoarder, Bless the return of the apocalypse and let us enter the New World Order."

"A nuclear catastrophic world of atomic bombs, A plot too thick to be handled by even Mer De Noms, More gaming skill than could be handled on a thousand CD-Roms, At this point there's no looking back or calling for your moms... Ricochet, crossfire, bullet rain on cue, Incoming, hit the deck, bombs are coming too, So much coming in your rear view you might as well sit at the pew, Step out for a sandwich and a cold drink and meet the wrecking crew... Zombies on the outbreak, these guys are coming fast, Foot off the gas, hand grenade, and leave them in the past, All ecoli, ebola, eris perola are we even going to last, Bubble the bodies, stay clear of the guts, and hold steady to the mast... Salute the country, patriotic, and then you find it out, These soldiers who defend the country meet a politician's pout, Police raids, sirens, call a man weak when he is stout, Constitution, Bill of Rights, while these people scream and shout... Send us abroad, we come back and the country up and left, Victim to a tabloid media, over anxious theft, Corporations, Media, the secret war we heft, Hit us in the front pages and leave the code of conduct bereft... Advertising, media, the secret war at home, Check around and ask about it quiet as a gnome, Why the treason executives and they tell you When in Rome, Why not the bible instead of the yellow pages let's all close this unholy tome... Your chances of survival over the next few weeks are thin, You tell me, when I bury you, you want the cardboard or the tin? The final war, the reckoning, are you really going to win, World wars one and two, and what's going to happen again?"

"Welcome to the apocalypse, World War Three, Everyone knows their way around but me, A time of holocaustic, gaudy light lines, Where the heartbeat of the people is showing warning signs, Nobody knows where they come from, nobody knows where they are... ...Hey, congratulations champ, you get a brand new car, The lottery is perverted, everything may come, we'll see, Why doesn't anybody else want to keep America free, The rats are racing, the swarms are fast, Why don't these people seem like they ever had a past... Bombs are dropping from the Middle East to Ukraine, While the politicians smile like they've never seen pain, Anarchy is rising, the advertisements come cheap, Let's trade a failed democracy for a motherf***ing Jeep, MIB has a bad habit of never looking up... ...Bad guys are coming here like a refill cup, When scams took over the country back two hundred years, It takes a lot after a couple centuries to still cause tears, The agencies are waning, the military's gone, While strangers in suits demand a brand new dawn... The final world war, every man for himself, A book of new rules are sitting on the shelf, Stare at a television like everything's fine, While companies are laughing at you from Monsanto to dataDyne. A New World Order, do we even get to live... At some point in this government, something's got to give, Hallucinations of the media, hey Area 51, How can you survive without a mind and a gun, Governors and news anchors, words come cheap, Lawyer talk in the media, they're in too deep... It's Scion xA at RDU, the country's last stand, Look at the news, might as well be a talk show band, Lying in the news, where did you get that stage, Camping in a secret base, The Golden Age, Too dumb and crazy, you haven't even got a clue... ...Looks like they slapped some suits on a petting zoo, Nod at your lawyer, make your family cheer, Why is it that you think we can't think, see, or hear, Earpieces, satellites, surveillance for thirteen years, Why can't you admit things, except for in private over beers... Why can't you answer direct questions, where is your consistent story, Because according to the facts you're in it for fame and glory, Two faced politicians and an illegal press, you take it from The Syndicate like you went out and bought a dress... Hey Scion, xA, what ever are you gonna do, War weapons, assault rifles, and a whole lotta bonding glue."

"An exit please, and we'll come too, A harshest silence, A lonely few, The calling of angels, Still rings in your head, While echoes of mortality, Make you cry in your bed... ...We had to go with them, This illustrious few, When they lied to us openly, And opened up doors that were new, The call of the wicked, The call of the fame, So we bet down bravely, On this magnificent game... ...Who knows what they said there, Who knows what they meant, When all we had in this lifetime, On these gambles were spent, Why follow the angel, With his remark and surprise, With his hollowed out figure, And his lust painted eyes... ...Why follow this hardship, With its darkness and thralls, When we were offered pure decadence, With all its gold painted walls, We cower in excellence, We hide with our pride, Why question our masters, When we don't know they just lied... Surely we're famous, Surely our treachery is loved, Why push back with the specters, When what we get might be shoved, A dark path rises before us, As we make amends with our crimes, At least we all go down together, In this most holy of times... Why didn't we fight this, Why not take his hand, Not in sureness but sorrows, As we leave the promised land."

"An exit please, at once at, at that, The lingering window, A lonesome gnat, A way out of circles, A way out of lies, Bring me sweet death, With no more goodbyes." Escape from the clutches, Of death and old tales, Escape from the darkness, And it's old shrieks and old wails. We once worked for Umbrella, with bold thoughts in our head, Now we run from the nightfall, Scream and envy the dead. We stand boldly before them, The ones who don't know, And tell tall tales of madmen, Before He makes us go. We've created a graveyard, One of corpses and lies, Long ago Hell hath no fury, Long ago everyone dies. Now the corpses makes strange noises, As they writhe in their graves, Led astray by the fallen, As Darkness comes in waves. They ran away from life poorly, They ran away from their pride, Now the King and Duke of Umbrella, Are the reason everyone died."

"Deep in an underground military base, Catacombs, desert scorpions, a fascinating place, How would you like to meet a man without a face, What would you like to see about aliens from outer space... Deeper than King Tut's riches, living in a tomb, Where would you see a world where life's answers are waiting in every room, Wars that conquered in the west with a giant sonic boom, Stranger things flying in space than witches on a broom... War of the Worlds had nothing on it, a completely different size, God's creation and The Big Bang happening right in front of your eyes, Sail away with stewardesses who don't believe and think that they're all lies.. Look for humans on the welcome list, and see completely different guys, 9/11 and The New World Order, we're approaching completely different days, Sit in the base in Nevada and blast all that from outer space with cosmic solar rays... There are bigger problems in the world than sharing rooms with greys, You should see what these scientists in laboratories can handle in certain ways, Clearance passes, boarding calls, you haven't seen a thing... You should know better than to walk around these halls like you're a king, Commitment to this top secret underground is more important than a diamond ring, Hold our faith and future close and forever to it we will cling."

"Party guests milled by, on an eerie and moody, haunting night. The mansion was severe and Victorian, a deep amber obsidian stretching into the night. The many windows were lit with yellow light, party guests apparent in almost all of them. A strange subject. Elite Victorian parties in the twenty first century. All in masks. The music emanating from the party was haunting and orchestral, and various torches and candles sent an eerie glow over the scene. An almost full moon was out, drawing an opaque filter to the strange, stirring night. A young party guest, who was mysterious and unknown even to the partygoers, traversed the party, clad in a dashing red and black cape. He was about fourteen, angelic seeming, and very handsome. Strange things were happening, he thought to himself, as he looked around the party. He had to pay attention. A crowd was gathering, and an air of menace grew over the party. Gasps and murmurs filled the night for hours, as the guests milled curiously through the mansion and grounds. The young boy thought to himself again, nervous and pulling at his sleeve buttons. Follow the rules. Stay calm. A coy young girl, her beauty apparent and beaming behind her mask, nodded politely at him in a circle and slipped away. His heart jumped. Not tonight. Where did she go? The boy pushed a few people aside and tried to follow. The young boy noticed candles going out as he looked for the unknown young girl. Something was wrong. There was a violent murder, he had heard, and no one had reacted to it much at all. The music and murmurs continued calmly, the strange tension pulsing throughout the busy night. The candles flickered and waned, one at a time. The torches followed, too. The young boy inspected one, suspicious that the party guests were putting them out. He could not find the young girl in the mask, wherever he looked. No one seemed to know the young girl, or where she was. He left the party hours later by limousine, shaken, unsure of the world he lived in. He sat in the dark back seat, calm and exhausted, as the car pulled away towards the road. The party shrank in the background, various capes and elegant masks cascading over a flickering, romantic scene. Glancing once more at the party, he put his head down in dour earnest. He would find her. He must."

"It was a desolate landscape, dead trees shrouded a dark skyline; a black wind effortlessly whipped through the night. Large machines chugged by, oblivious to all but their own function. Churning. Always churning. The locomotives sped by, coughing up clouds of thick, black smoke. They made a deep, strange noise like a furnace in deathly overhaul. They were everywhere. In a world with dark, clouded skies, there was nothing left but a sick trail of eerie trees and strange train tracks leading off into a distant oblivion, traveled by these strange machines. Chugga chugga chugga chugga. The ominous, awful noise ground through everything, in a path of desolation lost in its own mournful echo. They used to be humans. It was like someone had hollowed them out, lined them with metal, and put coal in them to power a brand-new world... The others mentioned things to them. If they saw one go by, they sometimes knew to imitate its noises. They ask the thing if it's a locomotive. And that's when the machines seem to remember. Seem to remember a world where they were human beings. There was a machine war. An underground king that tried to protect these people, while their masters above tried to hollow them out instead, and set them loose on the world. God knows the truth. Ancient factories, powerful, churning, and vast. Smoke pouring and billowing out of smokestacks, a promise to others their lives are next to burn into nothingness. The meek kept their head down, were obedient, and did everything they were told. They were told to ignore the king underground, despise him, and bow lower and lower every day to the grim smokestacks of the above masters. After a while, the underground king stopped helping. Without him, the machine factories spread. The king went back to his underground world, and withdrew from them and their lives. Primitive, he decided, as his kingdom and his functions were much higher. The surface machines grew, and no one knew to be a part of anything but a holocaustic, burning world. There was nothing left but vast machines. Churning. Coughing smoke. Churning. Coughing smoke. No soul left. No humanity. Pouring dead smoke into oblivion... It was amazing to think that they ever lived at all."