Out of the seeming chaos came the world--
In Fibonacci spirals it unfurled--
For God's the chaos that makes order be
And Satan is the order that sets free
Disorder and destruction, evil's root.
We can't forget Satan's most beautiful--
A beauty that deceives our souls--now mull
This truth: utopias in mind or made
Are beautiful because they're Satan's shade
And home, though made from skulls, deceit, and loot.
Creation everywhere precedes destruction--
But from the chaos everything must rise--
From all the rubble will come new construction--
But never deconstruct what you despise.
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