Third Eye

Fear’s my love, a lonely habit. Like a rusty needle my Touch is everlasting. I’ve seen your God fall dying from
The sky. The Eagle’s a Vulture sucking at Eden.
Children on a playground one kid’s bigger than the
Rest. The blind stand beside him. The weak wither and
Die. The big kid stands defiant. Arrogant in his bliss.
Thinks that sinew and knuckles can make him always
Right.
I’ll run from him. I’d rather hide than be dead. I’ll run
From him. I’d rather die than be in bloody slavery. A Follower. Without destiny I’ll be done.
Someone lied about God and Country but I have a third
Eye politically. What will it take to tear it all down?
What does it take to see the U.S. draft’s a lie.
A child in the classroom. The bastard’s meaner than
The rest. The meek are crushed below him. The poor are
Forced to crime. The big kid stands amoral. A loser as he Wins. Thinks he has a worldly view by looking through a Straw.
I’ll run from him. I’d rather hide than be dead. I’ll run
From him. I’d rather die than be in bloody slavery. A Follower. Without destiny I’ll be.
Brokers and athletes with rich self-denial. I’ll choose my Winners by who wear the smiles.
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