Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos.
The words
Don't add up...
At all.
Chaos.
My friend, help me.
Ignore the cry...
Feel the
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos.
A poem
Riddled in chaos
Is insanity.
Or so they say, right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
No... left.
Left.
Right..
Left..
Center.
Your mind
Dips in the pool
Of insanity
So well...
Why?
Why?
Do
I
CRAVE
ENLIGHTENMENT?
My friend, I'm trapped in his mind-
IGNORE THE CRY!!
CHAOS!!!
CHAOS!!!
CHAOS!!!
CHAOs!!
CHAos!
CHaos...
Chaos...
Now, focus
Your
Eyes
To
Me
And
Only
ME.
All right?
Please, no! God, please help me-
SHUT UP!!!
Let me go!
SHUT UP!!
I
AM
NOT
YOU!!
HE'S KILLING ME! OH, GOD, Please help-
YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU GO!?!?
YOU ARE A FIGMENT!
YOU DON'T EXIST!
HAHAHAHAH!!
My friend, kill me. End me-
You think
You
Know
Chaos
MORE THAN I DO, HUH!?
Thank you, my friend.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos..
Chaos...
Chaos...
...
...
...
What is chaos?
Thank you so much, my friend.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
