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the world is split between watchers and watched, and above all stands the Eye, taking it in.
and its pupil - glowing, all-seeing and trapped - is bound to its throne,
stands in its shadow, taken apart by the fears he commands
he thinks he can hear a sweet mocking voice
a ring in his ear amidst the urge to consume and corrupt and hide and show and burn and throw and break and kill-
“watch, jonah” the voice whispers to him, “watch and behold,
for you brought this onto yourself,
damning the empty, scorching space in your chest.
watch, jonah, for you demanded to watch over the Eye
to reign over all, in its righteous place.
take it in, jonah, your arrogance and pride,
the source of your hopeless, pathetic doom.
you plotted for power, for earth-bound control, o pupil.
now Watch, and Look and See and Know - feast your eyes upon your demise.”