They see me when I move,
They see me sleep at night,
Their all-seeing,
All-knowing,
They can see straight through my mind,
Into my soul,
Into my subconscious,
And see everything I'm not,
What I can't ever be,
They see what we ALL will never be,
What hasn't happened,
What will happen,
What could happen,
And what could happen,
These are the eyes of God,
The eyes of our divine Creator,
The eyes of an Architect,
Eyes of a Master,
The eyes.....of He Who Hath Created All,
He Who Shall Be Our Divine Calling,
He Who Is Our Holy Father,
And He Who Will Save Us From Ourselves.......
*Note: Written originally for a section of a book, I decided this was a poem perfect for a religiously obsessed, eyeball-loving freak with a God-Complex. Nice, huh?
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Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All
AcakA book dedicated to thoughts, poems, stories, questions, answers, recipes. All sorts of fuckery happening up in here. Also, ignore my very ambiguous and sarcastic title. I do have a very cynical and often bitter sense of humor. Anyways, there are st...
