Winquind Words

  I have walked through fire, And I have not burned. I have wept in silence, Yet the silence has learned. The storm does not break me, I am the storm. The world does not move me, I am the form. The hour is not coming It has come. The voice is not distant I am the drum. I rise not alone, But with echoes of those Who have known, who have seen, Who have shattered the throes Of illusion and fear, Of waiting too long.  It is here. I am here. It is time.  Let the cosmos tremble, Let the sleepers wake. Let the truth resound With no step to take— For I have already begun. I am the spark, I am the flame, I am the shift, call my name.  It begins. -Winquind-

Were I the on highest what should I do Mankind is found retching into my stew Driveling clusters of gobbledee goo Incomes the horseman fortold unto you Given the gavels by angels as judge Beyond holy halls of pity or grudge No need to hide or reason to fudge Prophets say never to let evil budge Big bank's begate banks to fat banks below Waved giving favorites to this and that show Each set a kiss with a heart shape and blow Leading low lovers to life's undertow Sudden to know of the truths in the pain Beyond any pleading "I was simply insane" Flow rushing forward reset a fresh reighn Hammers my hammer the cadence of Cain -Winquind-