Rules of Chaos

About
Mastic wrote a poem of the rules of Chaos, in which he believes is the rules of the world. The first statement tells that Imperfections placed here looked at in another way are perfections to make everyone thankful, and to appreciate the good and the evil.

The Second line talks about that their WILL always be a good and evil.

The third states selfishness can be avoided, but not blocked.

The next is about revolution, that people will see good in things that are wrong just because they want someone to suffer retribution.

The next shows that truth is a tool of lies, and that the solid truth is impossible to come by.

The next shows about how judging someone or something will always exist, and that the judge will always be rude, to someone or something, and cause hate.

The next talks about the currency of evil, secrets.

The last part explains good always prevails for a short time or a long time. This firmly states why Mastic is evil. it is simply that Mastic believes philosophically that Chaos should go on, and that there should always be war. Yet Evil always loses for a time, Mastic wants to change that.

Content
Imperfections of this world, are covered by the motions the Earth twirled, Imperfections become Perfections, Rules of Chaos; rule this world.

The First being no equal rule, that two must always duel, for what is one without the other, We all need one another.

The next is selfish needs, which wolf wins? The one that feeds. Temptation leads to evil deeds.

The next is revolution, instill good cause in obvious pollution, Make your cause become evolution. This is their time, for retribution.

As expected, the next rule is lies, The method used to let evil rise, The truth, doesn't always abide, It stretches right be evil's side.

The final judge will become you, Preemptive judgement causes feud, Who judges one? Who judges two? The final judge is always rude.

Second to last, secrets unfold, The only item people have sold Since the beginning of time, It's the true beginning of Crime.

Lastly, good briefly prevails, all these rules yet evil still fails, It's the joy of chaos, Perfection will never be lost.