Eyes don't die, eyes don't lie, eyes don't fly
Despite straying, seizing and straining targets
Eyes die to see despite rules that cause eyes to cry
When rules prevent eyes from threats while secrets and regrets
Don't see eye to eye
Because once reposed on an organ
Eyes arrive, derive pleasure and strive to sigh
Until again and again eyes feed and feast on the gun
Which attire aspire to keep out of sight
But eyes in their capacity as peeping toms
Pray for a chance from a vantage point to cast light
On hidden hubs and homes whose domes
From whence eyes can't tire to hire spies and mercenaries
To mount special operations to raid
Castles and vessels where aviaries
Rods and cones to pieces divinities shred.
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