Chaos

God's will
-God wills-
Man's will
-man wills-
The Universe's will
-The Universe wills-
Storms ravage logical dreams
and tears freely fall from the eyes of wise men
compulsions to break free
tied by the last shreds of ancient moralities
Rare jewels, stolen from the caves of rational irrationality
can never touch me
or those who made the oath to surround me,
thus, protecting me.
The beauty of strangely knit notes
playing, and remembering Bach's wet dreams of the future
Dead headless corpses
dance weird notes on Thermidor,
manipulated as dolls by the guardians of Revolution
The Guardians of Robespierre,
The Guardians of Iranian Faith
The Guardians of the Holy places, ready to die at Hatym,
at Teheran,
at Tiannamen square,
at the hands of the righteous.
The world, is it just this?
Are we all that is?
Are we all?
Are we?