The Diseased All-Seeing Eye

A penny for your thoughts is hardly a bargain the bottom line rests in the margin the separation between two different worlds it hits me it spins me it chokes me, I hurl Thats when I was coming back now I'm coming to back when I was so young I didn't know what to do that's when the world was new and everything exciting now its just boring drama more and more I'm finding If I had all the money I desired I would still be a liar because I don't really want any of it unless it takes me higher to a place of unmatched learning a place where Rome is still burning People come and people go I could live without them, though I have managed far enough to not look inside too much Disappointment in every turn less the violent fern that consumes you like flesh eating bacteria a fire that doesn't burn is not the truth rather a great big lie and liars get what they deserve from the all seeing eye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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