From death and despair we fall,
Chaos's fire burns brightly,
And from the ashes we try to rise,
But can we truly come back?
After being in chaos,
Can things go back to normal?
We are burnt and broken,
As the fire spins out of control.
We can't contain it, Chaos's fire,
Though we try, it's complete suicide.
The fire burns out of control.
Eventually killing us all.
Unless we can control it.
But are we that insane?
Do we think it's possible?
To control something that big?
But the darkness is daunting,
Some would rather die by light,
Than to have Chaos's fire put out,
And die in complete darkness.
So we let the fire burn on.
To destroy people's lives.
Just so we won't have to die in darkness.
We truly are stupid people.
No one can escape the blazing graveyard,
Of Chaos's fire, where millions are buried.
Where all try to rise from the ashes.
But none can come back.
Once the fire has stolen your life,
None, none can rise from the dead.
So try as you might to rise from the ashes.
But none can escape the clutches of Chaos's fire.
