Hi, I'm Entropy // Law of the Jungle :: part 1

Hi, I’m Entropy.

A nightmare to the orchestrators of organized crime and wickedness.

Introducing Entropy.

Meaning broadly: 1. the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system.

2. the degradation of the matter and energy in the universe to an ultimate state of inert uniformity.

Entropy is the general trend of the universe toward death and disorder.

Joke time.

The foolish ruler said in their heart:

"I'm so rich I can crash a helicopter daily... and still have billions built on the blood, sweat and tears of the masses."

Helicopter glitched by entropy and thrown into oblivion in shards!

CLIMAX.

Entropy Whispers: (NOT WHEN YOU'RE IN IT!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH)

Entropic

// poetry

Hi I’m Entropy,

Bending wills,

Beyond one’s control

Catastrophic bills.

Yes, I’m Entropy

Control freaks hate me.

Many have tried to control me,

Wound up paying a corpulent fee.

Damn right, I’m Entropy

A purge of malevolence you did not see,

I slap many, wounding mortally,

To the chaotic door of entropy there is no key.

Entropy kills power craze to bring the Creator’s equilibrium in the universe.

We’re the tools of His craftsmanship.

You can choose to be His tools of entropy to the vicious system of hypocrisy, or self-willed tools of deluded power craze, a pursuit that has dismembered many.

The Deathnote to Powercraze:

Sovereignty and Omnipotence is embodied by the Singular force, the One Creator & God that sculpted humanity and all of known creation.

Then there are those from this very creation, who embody an insatiable and toxic lust for control and god-like hankerings.

Taking things too far beyond basic hunting & gathering.

His arrows defiantly pan around and lock their focal point upwards, and the fool exclaims, "there are no consequences", and the next thing you know, his trickery recoils upon himself and his plans came to naught.

There’s immense bloodshed from time to time, for a frail mortal to assume some sort of a plateau-like elevation for a momentary blip in time, but like most power-crazy maneuvers, he’s one with ashes and dust.

He’s off to the mortal maze of power craze.

Power Haze

// poetry

"Power Craze"

Handles of a fragile vase,

Trespassing boundaries for pleasure,

Vantage point where integrity begins to haze.

They've been stepping on the gas pedal since days,

From birth, a bloke they attempt to faze,

A voyage of life in the ocean,

They've stationed their killers at its Bays.

Vultures chase a target, a future meal

Their horns bent on the target’s extinction

The jungle of life, a beauteous trail of traps

Survival & death with a fluid boundary strait of distinction.

My eyes mesmerized by the distant vulture’s false threats

While the neighboring crouching beasts were placing their bets,

Satellite vulturous antennae projects deluded propaganda,

Same old fake warships and a mirage of fighter jets.

The triumphant truther evades their teeth

Coercive design where you run towards the carnivores for help

Cornered by the crafty soul vulnerable to the treacherous

In this deep predicament to the Creator one must yelp.

The hunter and trapper loves to sadistically chase,

On common area, "Get out of here" the power crazy says,

Like a fish on an unforgiving hook, the masses flutter,

A treacherous buck to some enforcers he pays.

An eternal power craze,

It seeps into man through the pleasure maze;

This obsession of world domination in every race,

Earth has seen many fragile kings leave without head & face.

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