No bad vision. My eyes is bad with sights. I may speaking good to others. But the sights filled with lust and sins. Can’t go to church because my eyes evil. Look at people as a forbidden visions. There’s no spirits for joy in my pupils. One crooked woman in my sights. And I took a scissor to cut and pull them out. Follow my old eyes on the stool. Set those bad eyes on fire. I can’t keep that curse in my sights. Just listen to my suffering. Pain rushing on my face. Didn’t went to the hospital. Got rid of those sinners eyes balls. A woman with no sights. I don’t have to worry about seeing evil. Only hear’s what’s around me.
