Where there is order,
she brings disarray.
Where kindness or gentleness lie,
she stomps through to disturb the peace.
Her vice is rebellion.
Her high comes from disorder.
Sloppiness and destruction are her closest kin.
Wisdom calls out,
but she talks over.
Prudence beckons,
but she lends no ear.
She leans not toward beauty or peace.
She has long since rejected them!
Understanding is not something she desires.
She would rather go her own way.
Destruction is in her wake
and will be her destiny.
She is chaos.
