• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 07
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The Eye of Horus

I looked for you in the strangest places:
A car park,
An abandoned shop
A broken wall with strange graffiti.

I looked for you where angels
Would turn their noses up,
Where demons would pass without a glance
But monsters might admire their own reflections.

I looked where my imagination shattered
Where my eyes ran
And my teeth rebelled
So when I told myself: It doesn’t matter,
That was when I came to understand
That gods will not appear upon demand.