Not far from
The awful lens of God
It bends what's in your vision
It hides things from afar
There be dragons
Over there
Beyond our sure insight
These things we must
Slay at all
Costs with all our might
And back at home
In swimming pools
In Ponds, in lavatories
You see the falseness of your view
And forget it to a tee
For we can't see
As God does see
As things they truly are
For our eyes are clouded by
Longing for our self with Thee
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