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- I journeyed one night to a hovel
- Where a friend of a friend had dined
- To learn of a concept quite novel
- Of chaos kept in ordered bind
- They told me this Master of Mischief
- Despite all his natural throes
- Had kept himself kindly, though misfit
- To the equines he once had opposed
- That 'friendship', they clamored, had cured him
- Of tendencies to deconstruct
- And forming this bond had insured him
- From his own willingness to corrupt
- Was I a skeptic? For certain
- The concept made little sense
- The Lord of Laughter's last curtain
- Had fallen on such small expense?
- I sought out the creature directly
- For I wouldn't be riddled with doubt
- On whether he could incorrectly
- Have taken such a simple route
- Hearing his words, I was baffled
- For some rules couldn't be bent
- Yet he had invented a scaffold
- To climb, and himself, circumvent
- “Some people may call me crazy
- But I think that's all point of view
- For when all the world's looking hazy
- I know just what to do”
- “When all the squares make a circle
- And all those circles a line
- When nothing seems to be certain
- That's when everything's fine”
- “You say I'm wrong in my actions
- You think I'm far out of line
- You know I'm playing false factions
- Guess what? Everything's fine”
- He smiled so coyly it suit him
- He glimmered his scheming eyes
- He rested his head, taking root in
- His own little throne of lies
- I left that hovel enlightened
- On Chaos' ways to corrupt
- That, given one's spirit had brightened
- Discord could, itself, interrupt
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