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Though Kingdoms fall, like the all too familiar tortures my people are forced to adhere
and people die, the feeling you get when your reality surpasses your darkest fear
but what remains? Shattered symbols and rituals with their meanings unclear
for we’ve only grown buzzed off this knowledge we drink through what we read and hear
then where’s the source? A question draped so deep in time its turned to myth
but what’s the plot? Its been completed and now controls our existence
yo cant you see? The all to real presence pressing perpendicular to your irus
as blissful as ignorance is, with closed eyes we'll never hope to find shit....
*fades
Seeing through my pain
Floods of tears become rain
Wipe my eyes, blow times
black streaks,
writing lines
my mind explodes like mines
forgetting existance,
what man-kind?
solo terrorist of crime
these thoughts,
I can no longer hide
Meh.. simple piece
A skull lay pressed in my minds eye, tortured screams stared as i cried,
Pinning my thoughts to a single bead of liquor, dripped from my soul,
A thousand past times remained silent, For a while anyway,
untill the cries held on to war by a single thread of gold laced ribbon,
Never shall a lesser man oppress us again, untill the sands of time burst,
vigerously upon a piece of satin stained blood.
MAN SHALL SEE!
MAN SHALL SEE!
MAN SHALL SEE!
Bloody testiments of faith were to be the fall of troy.
As the feeling all conflict
on internal sources with such a rhetorical vice grip
the eye slips in water it dips
of blood vessels and pain the blood picks its station to drip
potion cripped onto the plateou of the angels lips
spoken the flourescent tongue of forseen vision left to die in the lone pit
fluster like a blush but the feeling aint the same
tamed, onto this broken name left in the shattered frame
my emotions combine with fear
as a stoned man i stand with pride and tall with no water of pain left to tear
the elephant cries
its eye looks upon baron wasteland
his family is now dying
foodless, also taken for prey
men slay for ivory
piracy gone wild... conspiracy
nature naturaly weeps
disgusted, battered, beat
feet scatter, people laugh
the elephant cries at sight of the bloodbath
The eye that burns the tears of blood that yearned
To learn the truth of the atorcity at the booth, he learned
That no man knows the other man who knows decryption
Of images engraved and embossed in eyes like enscriptions
Since pre-history the one truth is that we shall all die
I saw my death by the eye, and the floor got tinged with a red dye
Acqueducts of a higher learning,
Eating ephiphany's shallow corner,
Nourishing a writer's deep yearning,
Dousing words on a silent mourner.
Eye can see
The eye can see
Everything is in the eyes
The eye glimmers...
The eye rotates,
The eye loves, hates
Weeps, sleeps,
... Blinks, feels itchy
I scratch matter from my eye
The eye squints
Eye can see all there is to see thru the eye.
Question Everything
..Look beyond
Find Out For Yourself
..Know Truth
Even In Death I See..
He used his eyes to see what's inside;
When he saw what was in her he almost cried;
He saw her he though he went blind;
Beauty would break any brother stride;
So when he looked under her skin;
He would only find ugly within;
And would find the same when he tried again;
Round features with a waist so thin;
So he tried to find a physical flaw;
But ended up looking through, his eyes couldn't gnaw;
Or look at the layer of ice before it thaws;
Seeing what he already knew, amazed with a dropped jaw;
His eyes could blink what he saw was funny;
Cause what he saw was a ugly ass monkey;
the sickening infection spreads
though my iris is the vaccine
it too, is the victim.
the red veins darken and turn
to ash, withering away
as the body of my eye.
like the body of a man
it too must meet it's grave
that is unless...
you have viseen :2thumb:
though ...
my mind does not cooperate with my surroundings
paranormal abnormal things start happening
betrayed by the one i loved, yet still do perhaps
& the relapse of my disfigurative mind says
that i should've escaped my fate with relative snaps
my mind never eases, for my eye sees diseases
a dying world, polluted air, it all shocks my brain
as if death were a mineral and i breathed it
a shock reigns rain upon my face, and so i die
i only see but a reflection of myself,
... in my minds eye
I(s)...eye(s)
I see what your eyes have seen
A reflection of what I could have been
I see the sea of grief in your eyes
An ocean of pain I put into motion
I see the light that died in your eyes
A flame that I light grows dim in your eyes