Speak not of fears, yours or mine
Nor of the future verging on mind
Let’s step back just, hold our silence
And let all pass, away and over far
Before we look at it, now free and unafraid
Without future or past and wonder at last
On this one raging want since the die is cast.
The die is cast, determination locked
Right or wrong, to surge by the day.
There is no foam, nothing fluffy here
Just the wanting every moment
To hit hard where it hurts.
It’s a gift received of deep pain within
That must rebound back to you, for me
To let go of this breath
I have held for too long
And blow all its fire
Upon your face melting.
Sleep well, my enemy, the die is cast
Determination locked to unleash upon you
Tonnes of dark, biting, whorling storm
Of exterminating misery gathered in my heart.
I do not remember the context.
But the expression rings true
For justice to be served.