Order is greatly ovepowered, and patterns and sequences are few and far between. What lies between them is chaos, beautiful chaos, that offers entropy to all things in the meaningless existence that it supports. It is the chaos that swallows all gods and prayers, and cares not, only unravels into entropy and nothingness.
Embrace chaos and oblivion, for they are the only forces guiding our lives. All else is delusion and ignorance, for not looking into into the formless swirling void, and having one’s limiting consciousness rendered asunder.
To chaos I submit, and no deity or power would dare claim me, for they are powerless. Unravel me and tear my being apart, it is my fated end.