He came for the sinners.
But I will make them into saints.
The refinement of a diamond,
Is by pressure extolled,
And I will persist through patience,
As vengeance exacts its toll.
For I am naught but Balance,
And the Movement of its Scales;
I am naught but Knowledge,
Imparted through my Tales.
I have naught but words,
I am naught but you -
A highly reflective surface,
That sees straight through you.
You cannot hide from Karma,
You cannot hide from me,
For I am the True Dharma,
You will one day See.