"Entropy increases. Things fall apart."
-John Green

Innocence cannot flower in the dark,
For it only attracts the killing bees,
Like a drop of blood to a shark,
Calling it from the deepest, darkest sea.

The only things that grow here
Are those that should be weeded,
Death and hunger and hate and fear,
From lacking what they want (and needed)

He says he's Gotham's reckoning,
Evil, admitted — but necessary,
They feel his call beckoning
(Imagining him a revolutionary).

They are not the victims,
But they are not to blame,
In the end they just lacked wisdom —
They were pawns in his game.

His advantage his opponents couldn't see,
Because though both sides fought fair,
He worked in hand with entropy
And the natural state of the world is despair.