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Through The Eyes Of Death

Through The Eyes Of Death
by Charles E S Fairey 

My Muse haunts me so 
Every hour, every day, all time, 
I feel All He doth Know 
And soon I will Be all Mine. 

For my Twin, in His Eyes 
Has watched Me since time began, 
All existence, all my Be-ing, it’s lies, 
Why do I supplicate to Thy Holy Ram? 

For one day I shall view as He 
And See Myself from Death’s Eye, 
And See why I was and still Be, 
For to Be and to Know is to Die. 

My Eternal Muse He Watcheth, 
But at the time of Ascendance, 
I will Myself Truly Knoweth 
And I Will Be, Omnipotence. 

For I Am thus I Be, 
For I Be thus I Am, 
And in My hand I hold the sands of time 
And in the other, the secrets of My Be-ing, 
For all what I was and Am is Mine, 
For I as my Muse, Death, Am All See-ing. 

I Am thus I Be