In the midst

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Chaos is something that I know

And each day does it grow?

It flowers from the despair

So undeserving and unfair

It is ever bound for all to see

No one knows what its to be

We see it even when we are sleep

In nightmares, it so slowly creeps

Doomed to forever think of life

The pain, the misery and endless strife

Yet in the midst of all the dark

A gleam of light lies in the ark

When your life crumbles and disappears

Only then will you join me here

In a place where chaos always is dead

Where life is always in your head

A place that only is reached through death

Which only is found at your final breath

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