Without a Beholder (Poem)

Tread lightly the sight of the devil’s spawn
Narrow your gaze upon the throne

Frivolous wares and fruitless words
A covetous snare for every filthy bird

So beautifully stunning
Tasers of light

Enchant the beholders
Cripple their sight

All for them
And them for none
The devil’s spawn are on the run

They know their time is short
But they wont stop til they stop breathing

They’ll take us all down with them
All names in the book of treason

They think they’re really something
What it takes to get us over

But true beauty is divine
without a beholder

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