Perspective is subjective
Is my blue your blue too?
When I'm good,is that the evil you've understood?
All eyes see differently
All hearts are the same
Conflict inevitable
the result can be changed
War over ideas ?
Perhaps a discussion over beliefs would best?
The tree's trunk branches many ways
Spreading like the wings of the butterfly effect
So many Gods
too many religions to trust
The peer pressure becomes too much
Your soul gets crushed
Crushed into submission to tread the way of least resistance
Walking on eggshells in places you should be free
Obedient masses are the products ,crops to reap
Trust your instinct
The voice that's never lead you wrong
Your ally in times when you aren't strong
Primitive the technology
If it's not broke don't fix it
Ingrained in the double helix
A gift underrated and missed
Denied is the voice inside
Silenced to make leper alliances
They wither to pieces as a belladonna sundried
Foundation upon sand
Water weathers the shore
Sinking is the land
Sinkhole below
Ignorance bliss as it goes unknown
Till buried whole
Instinct not to be denied
Trust the gift instilled
Even if you don't
it can't be killed
There it will stay
Bothering your mind
Raising hell to the end of your days
Never to be silenced
Growing ever violent as you try to ignore the words said
The instinct never sleeps
Just as the lion
One eye open
Watching the territory
Observing what you do not see
Instinct never goes blind
Everseeing
The Vigilance of Seven Eyes

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