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Why is this the nature of things?

Why is this the nature of reality?

Filled with ignorance that provides

Suffering born from it,

Cherished through it,

I, the formless being

Have been fractally scripted

In an imperfect universe

Chaos and order are my masters

Chaos and order are my slaves

I, the mass of delusion,

Worshipped by blind egocentrics

Betrayed by believers

In a dust of starless sea,

They salivate

Neither will obey,

Neither will answer

Randomness govern

Actions come

I am only a knowledge

In a vague endlessness