the all-seeing eye
turns a blind eye on the wretch
the all-knowing
choses to ignore
the all-encompassing
has no room for his dreams and hopes
boredom from monotony
clips the featherless wings of imagination
insignificant social connections
fruitless impregantions
soon the battle will be over
and the war lost
it doesn't matter
he was the chosen one
not by his choice
the unknown omnipresent
will consume the last breath
and every drop of life
without a noise
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