The world is disorder
Second law that makes it free
When men band together,
Take shape to form a plea:
Addressed to the faces
of the world, a cult, a mass.
The world turns to chaos
We return to start again.
No other means by which you stand
Can't hold it off forever.
Can't take the things as they are now
And you can't plan the weather.
Some sort of way by which you know
That we are all your brothers.
No matter what will happen now,
Think we should love each other.
No means
By which
Man lives
Forever
Sick faces
Short sighted
Voice droning:
Entropy
Improvements made
We escalate
And all our days
Destroy our fate
Stop watching for errors
Don't think of disasters
You can safely ignore
It will all go away
The world is disordered
Second law has made us free
A whim of the moment
Replacing gravity.
The source of disorder
Is man's non-logic mind
The cause of behavior
is mimicry of sights.
