Question And Views In Poetic Form

Question And Views In Poetic Form short poem

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Look into my eyes and see nothing
Look into my heart and experience the world
Look into love and see GOD!

What is sight?
If not to see.
The blind sees beauty
For they do not judge.
The sighted see the wicked and the corrupt.
Some see nothing for they are blind to reality.
What is sight?

From a world we once knew
Came the righteous which were few
Preaching love for their GOD
While they watch as we tried
Never seeing beyond their lies
Righteous only until they died

“I stand alone with no will for I do not see that I do not believe”
How can a man be a man if he stands alone?
How can one feel when there is no will?
How can one be when they refuse to see?
How do you believe, if you are me?

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