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EYE OF HER MAKER
The sould secretly feels the eye of her Maker upon her
Drilling my bones down till they beg, the say " NO MORE "
Like Concrete I anticipate and absorb my body's shocks
More often than not they catch the blow
The mind distracted with our Roommates
that plague me inside my head
REST, slows, listens to the wind
when OUR MAKER
is called on time
Cut up roughed hands hold this pen
Bruised muscles make it hard
to sit up
Right
IN silence I create hushed lips finally at last
The soul secretly feels the eye of her Maker upon her
