All men are lied to from birth;
When the society of laws decides their worth.
They are told they can go far-
By playing fair, and staying par.
But what man dictates what is Par for me;
When I choose the laws of Anarchy?

Bad men prosper at the money game;
When good men suffer to fill their gain.
Their words are true because of pockets lined;
With greed's plunder of honest man's finds.
I say we nay to this world of grey-
I say my say is the right of way-
For no gold or gilded bill;
shall save your blood from the spill;
when the masses raise with sword and steel on that final judgement day.

The blood of the oppressed will not rest;
while the privilege few go without tried life's test.
let men and beast be one in their fight;
Let the fires burn with righteous passion throughout the night;
The wicked will Parrish and the true will take glee;
in the judsious Fields of Anarchy.

There will be a reckoning of blood and fire
Which all men of all class shall sire.
I'll be there to rend and tear-
All those who thrive from despair,
And Lead the charge and light the beacon for all to see;
The eternal Clouds of Anarchy.
-poem by Talon2point0

Kai brings with him chaos. Normally, it's as harmless as the flame of a candle, but all it takes is a spark to set the fire...
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Some pretty epic art of Kai. He does look pretty sinister. I feel like people see him as a villain... well, maybe he is. It doesn't matter, Kai is who he is. He don't care about you. >=L (Lol)
Art by  mimic-moonrat
Poem by me.