Designed Chaos

I walk across the desert,
As the cold night descends,
The scarred bodies of my fellows,
Scattered and lifeless,

Many a person has fallen,
Slain at the hands of the each other,
Fighting for a cause we have all but forgotten,
Lost in the midst of battle,

Footsteps are heavy,
Fists are clenched,
A fierce expression growls at a physical level,
Yet I feel nothing inside,

For nothing has meaning,
And has no reason to be,
For what purpose could anything have,
When all that ever happens is a designed chaos?

A “Beautiful Chaos”,
They once described it,
They think they know what this means?
They have no idea...