Gorgan's Eye
So as the night goes by,and a color of dirt & pale dust
mysteriously trials thus,the feeling that it's failed us
in which the shackles had held us,I fall in all horrid
orbits,to switch the position,as it plays small foward
on circumstancial evidence,I remain to stare in Gorgan's Eye
decaying my spirit,as if there is a oblivian power stored inside
I gasp as I'm horrified,my red eye,blood shot and cocked wide
Asassin's Creed,grasped the greed,and forumlated Carbon Dioxide
a prefix as of now the structure ran well through my veins
only to soon be dissolved,along with the rest of my remains
the differences between the visions,and certain dislikings
mind of a viking,barberric,cleared the eye as if it was visine
a sanken grudge of the harbored intention of a ruthless thug
moral of the story was only boosting up,and recousting love
as arguements of lfe in a longer and more intense dispute
looking towards life at a right angle,that seemed to be acute
casting the spell as the grisly glare,slashed through as a hyphen
information grew specific,and even the shadow felt enlightened
the expense of life only showed he couldn't afford to die
only a simple prespective,thats viewed by Gorgan's Eye
ahmen.
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