Black eyes matter

Like a fist in the eye; like a knife in the back;
shaking the hand while left-handed holding the axe...
Right wings want order - left leaving for peace,
center is open for debate but out of league.
The record like a math problem out of track.

The verdict has been rendered Johnny Storm dealt with;
angry smurfs on a rampage over crimes against NPC's.
What is it to wreck Dodge Vipers and tread on their strife.
Another mans rape victim is someone elves waif!
Behind some dark throne siblings even intervene...

What is right or wrong can be said inside a boundary of rules;
those who stand aside can't play the game and judge abuse.
Socket players know it all - jurors on the couch confine;
nothing more bittersweet than vengeance and interest collides.
As little birds tweets about diamonds in thiers stomach accuse!

What is at hand more worthy, than what is on the roof;
what you let go, cant fly back to you, just like an arrow!
The wizards are folly the wise men set aloof.
The bark of the tree invents himself the dog and its woof;
nobody gives a fuck for compassion censored to Gallows!

Black eyes matter; tears and tatters even more;
acid and venom, bones shattered asking for underscore...
Over the margin and under the hills and dungeons;
some treasures should be left unsought - mansions
endangered... by greed and vice alone shall be rinsed to sores!