My eye's can see an intense future. <br />Loaded with your stupid hate. <br />Do you have any idea anymore? <br />Do you even care? <br />What do you have left? <br />You cannot stop. <br />It is becoming early winter for you. <br />Season's will always change. <br />Unlike your manifest destiny. <br />Unholy around your own kind. <br />We live as you slowly die. <br />Shamed to be real. <br />To be alive. <br />Talk and learn. <br />Stubborn old fool. <br />Have you learned nothing? <br />Remove your thorns. <br />From my eye's<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-eye-s-2/
