Bird’s Eye
Waves of calm soothe before the storm.
Seeing the top
It’s really the bottom.
Universal Laws
Were clearly forgotten.
Grasping for straws
To maintain the charade.
Facing the music.
Ends the games that they’ve played.
Liberation.
Vindication.
The Soul’s eternity.
Look your maker in the face
And tell me what you see.
~Osian~
31.2023.05
