Chaos Theory


The fourteenth fractal, diabolical custodians, the liberated cities, death opens its wings. Gardens grow beneath the wooden archives, they left him swinging, the moving pieces, the history of bedlam, the malevolent evidence of reason. And they discovered they where naked, the drones rain fire from heavens mouth, to reveal only hungry ghosts. To apply the law, the Kingdom will fall.

Words remixed and image by: Josh Fleming

Words taken and re-arranged from Children of the Days, by Eduardo Galeano





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