Through the serendipity of a naive act,
A mere rumour of the bygone tale.
Perceived by a small offense,
Was the story of Riverdale.

A machine of parts and *****,
Built for an arithmetical crusade,
Channeled with high voltage,
The tool for every complex barricade.

For science has toyed with his destiny,
For his life was a written code,
For his face was made of metal alloy,
For his troubles laid on the same road.


For his calculations were neat as heaven,
As his binary numbers were perfectly synch,
Like the sun rising on an early day,
Like the rain falling on the same clay.

But the story took a seismic turn,
His mind was on a number's high,
When like lightning came she,
A thunderstorm from a clear sky
A mermaid out of the blue sea,

She touched his metal face,
For she had seen none of like him.
But that touch created a little spark,
In the metal heart out of chances that slim.

As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave,
For the metal mind felt the aura,
For the metal body moved to dance,
For Riverdale loved that girl,
For she was his fading chance.

But do the humans  understand love?
I doubt they do, for the metal heart,
Was driven out from the lands.
For his story never had a start.

The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain,
For his metal heart rusted in vain.
Over his kingdom of broken dreams,
Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign.

As his metal body rusted away,
In the aura of an insane world,
Where love is a jewellery reserved,
For this misery has now unfurled,
He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.

If harmony in your life is what you truly aspire
bonding of mind and body you must first acquire
when they have become joined, unified as one
know, only now, your journey have you begun

Removing yourself from materialistic desire
is a necessary condition that you will require
enhancing your ability to more easily find
this true wisdom embedded in your mind

Illuminate your way with this one light of truth
for the wisdom residing therein needs no proof
an internal voice proclaims its veracity above any other
your inner sanctum is impervious to any false cover

The heart is the battleground, a place where all is contained
where you find pain, ultimately you will find what is gained
no person can ever perceive, nor has he ever been shown
this place that awaits him, forever it must remain unknown

So too your heart, its real location is in your own mind
this true happiness we all seek, it need not be defined
only first we must truly begin to know how it is to be controlled
otherwise to be defeated by fear, and in need to be consoled

Fear for the most part, belongs to the forces of evil and is their tool
used for the purpose of confusing one’s wisdom, attempting to fool
while the forces of good have the power to enlighten, resuscitating the mind
strengthening those wishing to be saved, as well as giving sight to the blind

Yes good and evil will, necessarily, continually strive
if evil overcomes, it will be your soul that it will deprive
and when evil reaches that point beyond redemption
only its complete destruction will remove all contention

This reality, perhaps, is why as human beings we are truly bound as one
despite our differences, it is G-d’s will that evil must ultimately succumb
when this final day approaches, He will allow us to collectively deploy
united as one to execute G-d's command, and evil will we finally destroy