Veiled Last Of Judgement

It comes to me these nights

In half-conscious-state visions

Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me

It can matter not to them

When toilers fall in the night

One less wretch to watch I am a stress reliever to them

Even in rebellion, I am still a slave

They do not come because they do not care

Vision is Knowledge and Knowledge is Power

The God-Eye sees all and does nothing

A rogue with unwashable bloody hands

Destruction staving off the serene

Exhaustion returns with no sleep again

Madness taking hold

Never knowing when they'll come

Or what discipline they will deal

Frustration carving up my thoughts

Madness takes hold

Impossible to evade the lens

I hate this world more than myself

Before I fall, others must suffer

Can the other side be seen?

If it can, I must be the witness

To spy on the spies with my own eyes

Starting to hear voices

Quiet commands, Unveiling, Unraveling, Plotting Extinction