To sow my own discord and reap the ensuing chaos,
I see now I need my own harmonic assistance.
How do I get that perfect equality,
When all I do is tear myself down.

To fully get that anarchy,
I need to work hard.
But that work just builds tranquility,
How could I lose sight?

I work towards my perfection,
But that goes against what I want.
I want the evil and chaos,
I relish in the strife.

My soul is being torn to shreds,
I encourage it to quicken pace.
This feeling of complete destruction,
Just envelops me like a shroud.