FIERCE CONTROL
Hundreds in movement,
thousands are still,
what happens here
stays here, it will.
Some call it a mob,
some call it a revolution,
whatever it may be called,
perish, it will.
Blinkered horses,
uncontrollable dogs,
will have no effect,
nor will it stop.
A leash to start with,
A chain to break away,
weapons of destruction
are under construction.
One fires, then another,
trillions of them fire at will.
There is no wall,
there is no shield,
who will protect the walls
that were built?
Gnawing begins,
to break away from the leash,
to gain control.
But the leash is solid,
and the chains are of steel.
It is real, the struggle,
to break free from the bubble.
What happens inside the bubble,
stays inside the bubble.
Salvation waits, as the bubble
grows weaker and weaker.
Protection falls, as the bubble
grows weaker and weaker.
If one hath understanding,
the reckoning will come.
For the thing that is trying to
break free is the mind,
and the thing that binds it
are the thoughts, that fire,
at will.