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Khaos is all 'round the world,
people throughout the planet hurled their lives out the door and drifted from the shore, There's Khaos here and it won't adhere to the Law. The Riot Squad assembles as the streets all over tremble and the Sailors gather with shoeshiners and women and servants and moonshiners too. The Riot Squad raises there shields to the protesters who will not yield, except only to Khaos. Khaos in the Cosmos has come to almost stop and break the World asunder but Peace will not give in to a veiled wonder. Cosmos and Khaos clash and swirl in the mist of both time and space, and the land is ripped and torn this way and that, just understand that in the coming End, there will be no Catastrophe. There is a waiting Revelation, a Eucatastrophe. And Khaos will be no more.
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