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Out of Chaos

Nature propagates its seeds

Seeds of infinity

Moving because of matter

Because of void

Like the soul

Moves the body

As the mind leads

Pushing through infinity

Random swerve of atoms

We are

Pushing through the void

Out of Chaos

Nature propagates its seeds

Seeds of infinity

Moving because of matter

Because of void

Like the soul

Moves the body

As the mind leads

Numerous worlds

None of which are concerned by gods

For it is Man who must focus

On the nature of things

Abandon fear of mortality

Death is nothing to us

For we are life in pursuit of pleasure

Temporary though we are

Reason will tell you

Such is the nature of things

And out of Nature

Chaos propagates its seeds

Seeds of infinity

Moving through the matter and the void