Chaos Will Reign
No rhyme or reason, according to authority, is like being the village idiot. They say things like "only a fool would attempt to control chaos" or "only an imbecile would even think of that" just to hurt me, break me down, and then rebuild me in their own insufferably boring image. But I never thought their words hurt me, I had always brushed them off easily like a speck of dust. Or so I had thought as I looked up at them sitting high and mighty on their pedestals like they knew everyone in that damned hall wanted to be them. I could feel the rage prickle under my skin as they spoke of plans to take over the city, dismissing concerns and ideas with their filthy lies.
