Chaos and Eris

Chaos and Eris

The cosmos is precise, thus in perfect working order, what's in the cosmos, might not be completely perfect~ the imperfection of things, and in going through the trials of reformation to reach that specified perfected status of higher usefulness. Ever Expanding ever improving

The masons are slaves to the city virus. Cities are the great plague, the eventual death of us all. They don't self sustain only store ad and grow, soon there will only be one city. It won't last. With its dining breaths of smog and pollution the concrete giant will consume this beautuful planet. There will be no giing back. The only way to save the real world is to destroy the artificial one we have made.

Me must go back to simpler times. Better times. When we wore clothes that last our lives, hunt with a spear passed through the generation's eat what we need not to gluteny. Must stay active to survive, a world where those who stagnate are left behind. Where the strong rule over the weak and as a whole our race evolves instead of this current state of devolution we find ourselves in now.

We need the dangerous untamed chaos in our lives. We can't be ruled by order for the only true order is the void. The empty void. Order is worse than death. Order is nothingness, we must fight order. We must survive. A world of fire and warfare is better to no world at all. A world of ice and death is better.

The cosmos is precise, thus in perfect working order, what's in the cosmos, might not be completely perfect~ the imperfection of things, and in going through the trials of reformation to reach that specified perfected status of higher usefulness. Ever Expanding ever improving

The masons are slaves to the city virus. Cities are the great plague, the eventual death of us all. They don't self sustain only store ad and grow, soon there will only be one city. It won't last. With its dining breaths of smog and pollution the concrete giant will consume this beautuful planet. There will be no...

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