Chaos

 
Deceiver smiles at mortal pain
Laughs when no more hope remains
Dances as our legs break down
Waiting for his golden crown

Quietly walking through the storm
Slowing down then moving on
Waiting for a golden throne
Place a chaos could call home

A little push a little step
And chaos reigns from where he left
He spins his lies like golden thread
As people screamed and bodies bled

You thnk you're safe
You think he's done
But chaos always finds it's mark
No way to hide no way to run
Beware! For he  will always come