Green eye

Your greed flowers poisoned petals

Their immaculate beauty shielding truth

hunger in vacant stomachs will not quench

lust for shriveled greenery will never stop

and you my friend 

are in chains to me

I watch skeletons gnaw at my scraps

Its disease bound to every mind

But you will never learn

You will die in the boils of your own creation

And yet 

you still bow to me

Spun from cotton and paper

inked and branded 

I am born

I am time itself

The callous whip of eternity and reality 

beating the backs of the submissive and rebellious 

again 

and again

and again