Ordo Equilibrio

Like a crushing stone,
ripples the surface,
of a silent water pond
Like burning flames,
caress the skin,
of those who spend eternity,
in their own imaginary hell
Like roses perish,
and perpetualy fall,
from time in constant motion
Man always forgets,
that it is governed and separated,
by the same axioms that separate
the weak form is strong
The capable from the incompetent
The ingenious from the dumb
The brilliant from the foolish
This certitude never dies
This certitude never beckons
But forever lives on