The last of callouts is in place
To silence thou and save thy face.
But words are seldom taken in
By one who phishes pitied sin.
Though fixated is one’s desire,
All snowfall melts in heated pyre.
Privacy stays out of sight,
Lest hostility takes on the night.
And one cares not for final fate
Should shadows’ patience dissipate.
To see through such a feigning game,
For gravity knows every name.
And we remain watchful of thee
Of tears that come from desperate sea;
So know now that your words are traced
Like pen on paper, not erased.
Even with blocks, it’s clear to tell
You have no one under your spell.
So tell me, what’s the consequence
Of one who can’t learn recompense?
You are owed nothing, in all truth
No one is in displays uncouth.
So do know that the ice is thin
With rifts below, dare not fall in.
The ones we love, we shall protect.
So use your fading intellect,
And take a bow, then turn the page,
The final warning is center stage.