On the 7th day, He took a rest.
I heard what it says.
On the other hand, you have built a nest.
On the other hand, you have built a nest.
Right in front of yer eyes.
Sparkling sights.
Erasing the blurry spikes.
I see the other me in yer eye.
Yer swastika eye.
Yer swastika eye.
The revolutionair one-eyed box.
The eye of horus.
The all-seeing eye.
In you, people trust.
In you, people get lust.
In you, people become dust.
In you, people get lust.
In you, people become dust.
24/7 you're watching us.
Every single blink tears us apart.
Every single tear glues us so hard.
An intersection to the other side of the world; wondering what, who, when, why, where, and how.
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