Through many eyes

[unknown poet]

Through many eyes

I see through many eyes

The hands that type these words

Has seen more than most

Chambers of gas, gasping for air, yes he has been there

Burn him alive, he felt the heat

I communicate through him and others like him so you can understand

Yet you never listen

He knows what I can do

Linear time

Setting back your clock is nothing to me

I can toss any one of you back a thousand years

Then what would you do

Free will you have

But for how long?

My tolerance for evil will only go on for so long