The Eye
I walk the Wall with foolish pride
In hope that they are all inside
Knowing that I do this by choice
Those within cannot rejoice
I am the eye that watches them
Are they scurge or are they men
I look down,on those below
Realizing full well that they can't go
But if its their wish that they must leave
Then I must stop them with a greater degree
Omega
Reason for writing:
Emotions and dedication to job duty
Birth sign: Not entered
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