You do not project what you can see
It is when knowing is worse than not knowing
  that you impute to the world
    that which you hate and fear
      deep
      deep
      down.

When The World is filled with devils
  it is but our souls that take on the
    forms of daemons and ghouls
  ready to make a timeless torment
    ever waking, eternal.

When Rejection is feared at every turn
  and you do not approach for fear of the same
    it is you who reject
  but blame those who have not even
    yet spoken.

When a life after death seems a bliss
  it is a sign that death has already come
    and the bedraggled corpse toting your
  suffering mind from point to point
    is merely waiting to descend to oblivion.

When a Mighty Power can make All Things Right
  if we but entreat and plead to It...
    are we not that power, holding
  dominion over our populace, withholding the
    drops that would slake their thirst?

We ask, Who watches the watchers?
  But who are the watchers?
    They are not eyes disembodied except
  that they are eyes that do not recognize
    the body.

An eye, flaming, unblinking, on a stem, in a far-off land
  A watcher... a bringer of death and darkness.
    Disembodied for centuries, almost timeless.

One can only pray for death if one has murdered.

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