Third Eye

The singular eye

Watches over multitudes of lives

Still lives with multi-proofs of lies

The deception

Power can't cry

Power feel 

It's a bittersweet lime

On the tower it gleams

Water is emerging

Clouds are getting stormy 

The Love Version of the Lust Virgin screams

"Help me! Help me!"

Even kings yell pleads

Quit thinking that Heaven is perfection

A blind perception to the senses 

Similar to if the orchestra left a cleft in

And it changed the performances entire message

Quit massaging religion

You are crafting a mirage through their whippings

Pray!

(Spank!)

Tithe 

(Slap!)

Read!

Wait...

There is nothing wrong with staring 

Learning a sculpture of culture

Simply don't carry the the weight 

Crop out possibilities like a farmer pass his wake

Awaken through statements

For the sake of paging your patience

I believe we are mecha's

Until we open our third retina's