Under the Microscope

Evil eye that watches you,
Evil eye that stares.
Unblinking eye that’s focussed,
Focussed on your prayers.

There’s no one now that wants you,
None, but one-eyed Jack.
You’ll starve yourself for him
Until he stabs you in the back.

And when that knife is plunged into
Your ancient, aching spine,
You’ll realise what life was for:
The Tyrannous and Divine.

The End

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