From the lips of the sweetest rose.
To the fires that lure me into a dreamless slumber.
I was plucked very precisely from the garden of goddesses.
And placed on this reckless Earth.
But I am not here to pleasure and carry humanity.
No, I am a guide for the women. The flowers in a damaged world.
I am the chaos
The most beautiful kind there is.
I was made from honey and poison. Sweeter, deadlier than the hell you dream of.
I was given more than just beauty from the goddesses.
I was given control; so my anger, my lust, my fear are hiding behind a diamond wall.
I was given fire; so I may scorn those who bring hell to the innocent.
I am steel; impenetrable, unbreakable.
I am the wavoring peace of the universe.
My daughtors, my sisters. I breathed life into you, and you arose like birds in the sky.
You are the honey, the poison, the peace and fire, the steel.
You are the Beautiful Chaos.