I Am Chaos.

By: Athan Wong

I can feel its corrupted heart writhing within me, my soul fully indulged into its black ooze. Whispers tear apart the arbitrary concepts of love and joy as my mortal body fades into a pristine vessel. I realise that in the face of perfection, beliefs and religion mean nothing.

Hatred is the most pure form of strength, and I will vaporise anything that stands between me and my goals. Enemies are mere catalysts in order for me to ascend into a higher being, and a manipulative force to control the minds of the naive masses.

The mind of the man is weak. "Good" deeds and charity are only signs of weakness as they cover your insecurities by attempting to help others. The warmth of heart is just a facade from God to separate the people unwilling to make short-term sacrifices from those that are truly divine.

Chaos is within me, as though I am chaos reincarnated. My heart beats the rhythm of doom, for I shall bring it to this world.