ENTROPY Random blobs of power expressed As that which we all disregard, Ordered states of nature on a scale That no one thinks about, Don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt, Man, we're in a play of slow decay Orchestrated by Boltzmann, It's entropy, it's not a human issue, Entropy, it's a matter of course, Entropy, energy at all levels, Entropy, from it you can not divorce And your pathetic moans of suffrage Rend to lose all significance, Extinction, degradation; The natural outcomes of our ordered lives, Power, motivation; Temporary fixtures for which we strive, Something in our synapses assures us we're ok But in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay, It's entropy . . . A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I, My affectatious I can not rectify, But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, A pang of consciousness of death And then you will agree.
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