As I looked my crystal ball... There was a tragedy. Oh but nothing to worry about... It was a flash from my memory. Well it that the holiday wheel..., You know, the one that was earth And the moon...well any way, was 2,000,000 killed...bodies in the Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, Tidal and hurricanes... And down on we lost 3 continents. Their fiery soul out by ice and rains...
And of my life...floating, Still soaring space... But my sons and their Landed on to start another race...
As I gazed upon my ball, There a cloud of jealousy. But there's to feel sad about... By this time, due for only history. Well, it seems that the of the Gods being emptied for good. Why such heavenly beings want To earth ? But as I I understood.
As the clouds turned to a Green, which was in the heart Of man...the people didn't The help of the gods. instead turned against man. as they tried to defy, they Died, into the pits of hell.
Diana wept a after we made love And said: my darling, I must bid You farewell...the of your mud brothers ... As of my life...floating, soaring in space... She have been my wife But her time, I dare wish To waste.
As I stared into my ball, There was formed a of hearts. Ego marched antly onto view Only to be apart.
As the sun whispered secret space...to men thinking the false pride Opposite...telling them it was Such a disgrace to that men were The of it. well you know How the story goes...the sun they Was their slave... Round and and round the Table she goes. carried The thought right to grave... And I the scorch of the out minds...who searched For the hurting of space. and the Dizziness they inside... off the spinning Slave earth...
As of my life... floating, some soaring in space Collections of my Will turn complete only as will age.
As my tears drop on my ball, the reflections of christ. As I blink, his take him away. What he said, man to self ?help god. as reward, he our blood from his eyes... And the that he would Use for his throne Not life but death. is the way All heroes go ? ...carrying the first Of death... His preaching the Of happiness to rest. Or were his angels ufos trails lead from Another year land... Or was it really day dream...blemished By the smudgy prints of man...
And of my life...floating, Still in space... And of bee hives Even they find a place.
As I through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride upon the of sound. I see platforms of Pads even the first blade of turned brown.
And I taste tunnels through The sky...as the axis in it's womb. flowers and animals try to Hold they had before Their bloomed... And I the last rocket up To the of the moon's meadows.