The ones that would make people
Tremble with the weight of their decisions:
The gaze that would enforce right
With a single glance.
The eyes are warm enough
To consider the lowliest
As a friend:
Those that humble the haughty
With a simple gaze.
I might be wrong to assume
People would even look up
To meet God's eyes:
Ashamed to meet the gaze
Of their maker.
Maybe I don't want God's eyes,
I'd be scared of everyone
Not looking up
I would weep salt tears
For everyone's choices.
Omniscience is seeing all the
Ones you love
Consistently forget you
