My Eye's Poem by Gulliver Gimble

My eye's can see an intense future.
Loaded with your stupid hate.
Do you have any idea anymore?
Do you even care?
What do you have left?
You cannot stop.
It is becoming early winter for you.
Season's will always change.
Unlike your manifest destiny.
Unholy around your own kind.
We live as you slowly die.
Shamed to be real.
To be alive.
Talk and learn.
Stubborn old fool.
Have you learned nothing?
Remove your thorns.
From my eye's