The All-Seeing Eye
Born once again but partially buried,
One of the few, but not of the very.
A pyramid's brick not quite at the ground,
And far from the top, head facing down.
Painfully turning,
Stretching and burning,
Separation of self preceding the journey.
A groping fall to black icy water,
Drifting and dwelling on living as fodder.
Then returned to the world with vision renewed,
Observing it all from a third person view.
Three eyes are dozing,
opening, closing,
Designs of invisible leaders exposing.
The risk of unstable human machines,
If they should ever know what this means,
They would grow tall and walk over us,
Our strings would burn and crumble to dust.
Programming gone,
Admittedley wrong,
Taking control and feeling so strong.
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