Recipe Of 3

Put on file kept in denial,
all is lost in a heartless style,
what once was here has turned to fear,
how do you know what is right when left is up and loose is tight.

My war is solace dipped in hate,
given the motives to disintegrate,
we are as one when we crawl on the ground,
this army is hell's three headed hound,
to breathe in the dark you contaminate the light,
forced to rise together and fall in this fight,
still we are your children cutting in the night.

Chaos is unseen when you are not blind,
order is the evil chained in a line,
while your looking here they stand right there,
might they kill you if not then how,
we all love to hate when we love each other,
what is this lesson we seldom stand under,
not enemies just opposites chaos and order.