Megalomania you say . . .
  (for the pompous who lie in wait for blood)

You have no idea, with what
few words I could disturb your
very 'foundation' of 'sanity,' leaving
you, ever unmoored from any reality.

But I stay my hand for sake of
His vengeance, not my own;
for your soul was not mine made
and cannot be unmade, not

by this hand that holds gently
most precious love, faith and
that which's only for the abased,
the greatest exaltation of all . . .

. . . on His return for those who've
loved hardest, with faith among many
wolves, vipers and those you've duped.
"Pah!" you say, but I stand at your peril . . .

. . . in intimacy of His vengeance,
in sweet company of His love and
patience for your certain end, yet
only a few years away now . . .

. . . by special order, of hate your own.

['Eye in the Sky' courtesy: Tiig Ig (Keith Vanderwees)]