untitled* ( Deliberately )

It is just a eye ,
A simple eye ,
(not to complex ,
yet as immensely in-understandable)
as existents it self,
until sky's open up
, and swallow it's soul ,
creating a void that makes one howl
Opening up the ever shut door ,
For those things that don't want ,
Yet take,
From what is ritually theirs ,
Yet stolen by them.
The animal inside ,
Kept in check by its master,
The animal on the out side.
When all that is needed
All that is truly needed
To live
Is hate
But what we want
What we need
To live
Is love.
It put a spell on you,
By making a meta magic,
That engulfs you howl
But you stay separate.
Order is all
And Chaos is nothing
Good will for ever
Rule supreme!

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 255 AF.