Chaos Being

Chaos being what it is these days
Commonplace, drab, the norm perhaps
Why, when chaosbeing arrives
Do the masses wet their laps?

Running, screaming, here and there
They scatter in all directions
Young ones, old ones, it matters not
Their genders or complexions

The fear and panic take hold of the minds
Of the people normally logical
They act rashly, and smash, and crash
And this is how their cities fall

The mere threat of disaster is enough
It may not even be tangible
It may even be completely fabricated
But still they feel chaos's pull 


The End

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