This is little thing i have been wanting to do… but just never got around to it.
he All Seeing Eye
On the day that God was born,
From his face the eye was torn.
Fallen chastise, holy grail,
Patron saint, rent in hell.
The eye sees not the eye sees all,
Perched on high, sees through the wall.
Shallow face, painted on smile,
Deeply disturbed, but still in denial.
These walls we build, colorful and bright,
From the inside, their as dark as night.
Cracked and crumbled the foundations are,
Collapsing inward, you feel the scar.
Sad and lonely your mind will cry,
You can never escape the all seeing eye.
Run as you may, hide as you might,
Distilled in your heart,is a gruesome fright.
He is always watching,and ever aware,
no one can escape his piercing glare.
~unknown
Canon 40Dslr