The Straight & The Winding Way - Artifex Pereo

Wolves stalk the field while the sheep graze the valley

Roles play out so simply, they both know the rules of the game

They can get by with the time honored rights handed down from on high

It’s a plague of patience

Caught between a stone pressed against fractured bone

Where we ought to heed solutions that spark hesitations which taught

Wicked with worry, the lamb in a hurry gets caught

Make towards the hills

Flee for your lives

Pay rapt attention and greet your demise

Blood on the air meets blood on the ground, the fray opens wide with the chance

we have found

Teeth sink in flesh, good fortune to drink the blessings we won,

and the prizes we keep

Hurry too hard end up alone, how precious the seconds it takes to become lost

(Can you hear the slaughter dear? The sound so close yet so unclear.)

Just because we steal points in time, we feel we can circumvent gained position

Fight to calibrate plans we navigate forfeiting battles we’ve already won

How precious the seconds it takes to become found