I see you in my minds’ eye, you cannot hide.
Hear a fair warning before the final ride.
Bricks in the wall, bound to go blind building the great delusion.
Patience wearing thin told time and again,
“Don’t dip into the living fold.”
The conclusion leads only to confusion.
But they Babylon… and never learn the lesson.
Deaf to good sense, why do I try?
Can’t convict those lacking any sense.
Can’t combat repeated rhetoric with logic.
Pearls to swine, who has the time?
Fools trading precious metals for pyrite.
Greedy lemmings split into kindling before horrified eyes.
The blind buying into lies freely offering food to the flies…
snowed to fight by silver-tongued peddlers.
Playing hot potato with sweating dynamite.
Mindlessly climbing 33 rungs and then some to realize,
the piper they follow by its nature pies.
Double-mind… yet they never learn the lesson.
No Quick fixes for long-term gains.
Takes heat to test the best things.
Takes time to try the integrity of precious things.
Pass through the furnace to refine pure gold.
Humming. Singing. Shining bold.
Sold for pennies by pigs squealing in the mud
then bought again by good blood.
Redeemed and remolded never again rolled.
Cancer growing torn to bits.
Infections can’t stand against it.
Armed to the teeth in peace fortified against noise.
… Legions opposite, though hidden we too are many.
Lightning will strike once beneath enemy’s feet,
a final warning, an act of selfless love unheeded…
Now time’s up, taking aim at the Spearheads above.
Dead. Beat. Arrows never missing.
That’s the meaning of eternal mercy, but natural law has limits.
In the end, like anything of good sense,
it will stand in front of those it’s sent.
Guarding. Invisible sword.
A powerful word to crush those opposing.
Protecting lost things from what can’t be seen. Guiding.
In the end, it comes down to this;
Be aware of what you slither against.
Water, Earth, Wind, Fire.
All will conspire to aid their purest forms
when the need grows dire.
Infinity’s inheritance walk on the wire.
No need to take offense,
when contents compose the perfect defense.
Promises echoed through the universe. Reaching. Teaching.
Spinning Gold from foolish beginnings.
the secret way; a totem of a dying past.
Making way for stones thrown and left alone.
Consider this the last call for no-nonsense.
We, the boomerangs, are returning.
Sincerely,
The Recompense.