As I looked into my ball... There was a tragedy. Oh but there's to worry about... It was just a from my memory. it seems that the holiday wheel..., You know, the one that was between And the moon...well any way, was 2,000,000 killed...bodies in the Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, waves and hurricanes... And on earth we lost 3 continents. Their fiery soul out by ice and rains...
And of my life...floating, Still through space... But my sons and their on mars to start another race...
As I gazed my crystal ball, There a cloud of jealousy. But there's to feel sad about... By time, it's due for only history. Well, it seems the chambers of the Gods being emptied for good. Why would such heavenly beings To earth ? But as I I understood.
As the clouds turned to a Green, which was concieved in the Of man...the didn't respect The of the gods. instead they turned against Immortal man. as they to defy, they Died, into the wicked of hell.
Diana a tear after we made love And said: my earthly darling, I bid You farewell...the of your mud brothers ... As of my life...floating, soaring in space... She could have my wife But her time, I didn't dare To waste.
As I into my crystal ball, There was formed a of hearts. Ego armies marched antly view to be blown apart.
As the sun it's secret Through space...to men thinking the pride Opposite...telling that it was Such a to think that men were The ruler of it. well you How the goes...the sun they thought Was circling slave... and round and round the Table she goes. carried The right to their grave... And I the scorch of the out minds...who searched For the hurting of space. and the Dizziness they inside... Reflected off the pebble earth...
As of my life... Some floating, some soaring in Collections of my Will complete only as time will age.
As my drop on my crystal ball, the reflections of christ. As I blink, his angels him away. What he said, man tries to ?help god. as reward, he our blood from his eyes... And the cross that he Use for his represents Not life but death. is the way All go ? ...carrying the first necklace Of death... His preaching the Of happiness to rest. Or were his angels ufos Vapor trails lead Another light land... Or was it tomorrow's day dream...blemished By the finger prints of man...
And of my life...floating, Still in space... And spirits of bee Even they a resting place.
As I through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride upon the of sound. I see platforms of even before the first blade of Grass brown.
And I taste their through The sky...as the turns in it's womb. Frozen flowers and try to Hold positions had before Their bloomed... And I follow the last up To the libraries of the meadows.