There lies a State of Being beyond our Horizon,
An Intelligent Parameter that equalizes action and continuity,
Upon Earth.
By the Parameter of Heaven, it keeps people asleep,
Promising with Ideals that truly mean Nothing.
A mere centralization of functions around The Void,
Instilling action against the inevitable Evil,
In the wonderful illusion of virtue and good,
Repeating the Patterns of Balance.
Where unity is sought for a time being,
To slowly be eaten away by Chaos,
Reminding us that True Unity occurs when all are asleep.
By the Parameter of Hell, it keeps people awake,
Promising with Reals that truly mean Everything.
A mere de-centralization of functions around The Void,
Instilling thought against the inevitable Good,
In the terrible reality of sin and evil,
Repeating the Patterns of Imbalance.
Where discord is ought for a time being,
To quickly be eaten away by Chaos,
Deluding us that True Discord occurs when all are awake.
The Horizon is clear in the Day and invisible at Night,
Working upon that State of Being and Line of Logic,
Whose functions are beyond Heaven and Hell,
That stay True only to The Void, Chaos and Paradox.