topical from another site.
the irises of a deity...will act as a beautiful chassis.
bows of an angel, tied in their usual laces.
its the brutal phases that refutes their placement.
we dispute their presents... but reuse their faces.
abused by hypocrites in the truth of essence
used in increments, the books lose their message..
then your pupils, will draw the truest sketches.
through this lesson, a higher power knew ur destine.
your point of view, his conjoined in you.
while we enjoy the view,..... the evil voices grew.
that view, is taboo, no one wants to believe the facts.
the angel in her eyes, only in your dreams it lasts.
cause the devil in your sight,... cleans the past.
when god takes over those senses u need a match.
a battle vs evil, is what you're leaving to clash with.
the demons in ur backlit, reason for grief in ur absence..
scatterbrained,.. as the shadows, creep in your attic.
I keep following the same path thats deep in the ashes.
the whole world is in his hands, my eyes is his universe.
black patch to hide my soul till I realize the truth that hurts.
if I sign off late, you can still see him in my eyeclops state.
one eye, imagery of saints, awakened as my eye drops hate.
permanent time off - safe, n the mirror…”my eye” god waits.
it aint bitter to face the truth, if what u swallow is an odd taste.
the shallowest trace,... or a burning wire in your projections.
you left on the dark-side and returned tired of confessions.
no religion n ur direction, u learned an acquired the connections.
lifted by the depths of good, the mirror inspired ur perfections
the entire world is a book, - fact, in yours you can push back.
if god is in our eyes, I bet he despises what hes forced to look at..
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Originally Posted by Professor Frost
