Broad eyes
when people think of viepoints
they belive theirs is the best
with all their hearts, they succumb to the norrowness of their views
they scream and they cry
they swear that they will die
if you shun the narrow corride that resides inside their mind
brutes have come to power
with the promise of the sublime
the narrow minded prisoners, oblivious to time
but we have an ampetheater in which we reside
we block out the screams and false shine
that those who narrow their minds
to create the sublime
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