in Love and War,
which can only mean there
are no rules, and all is fair
in the chaos which follows
what our purpose allows.

And winning is the reason
for the trouble of the season.
But for who do we win?
Is it for love or war we will sin?

For love is a faithful multiplier
and war but an ugly divider
as we do the math of our souls,
contemplating our purpose and goals.

Thus, may it always be the chaos
of love which creates the ethos
in which our spirit resides
and our soul never hides.