Soothing Chaos

Chaos of humanity,
The sound of hate,
Screaming near my ears,
My head ringing with pain,
The fate of the world,
Crippled at the sight of it,
Crescent blood,
Chaos doves fly away,
Perching on countless hung corpses,
The warrior’s rage,
Look within me,
Judge me,
Feel me,
We were meant to live,
We need more than this world has to offer.

Ian Robert Potapoff