They see me,
Eye see them.
They watch me
As eye discern the evil
That possess their shadows.
Their eyes are as deadly spies,
With hearts of assassins.
Within their soul
Burns of a demonic hate
That inflames my very own
To indignation.
They say an eye for an eye.
So why then are they perplexed
When their wickedness returns to
Haunt them with a vengeance?
I wrestle with the spirit
of rataliation,
While choosing to refrain.
They should begin to pray
That I'll continue
To walk in the latter.
The patience of a lioness...
-Jen'uwin Mor