As I looked into my ball... There was a tragedy. Oh but nothing to worry about... It was just a from my memory. it seems 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, waves and hurricanes... And down on earth we 3 continents. Their fiery snuffed out by ice and rains...
And of my life...floating, soaring through space... But my sons and wives on mars to start another race...
As I gazed my crystal ball, There a cloud of jealousy. But there's nothing to sad about... By time, it's due for only history. Well, it that the chambers of the Gods were being for good. Why would such heavenly want To desert ? But as I I understood.
As the clouds turned to a Green, was concieved in the heart Of man...the people respect The of the gods. instead they turned against Immortal man. as they tried to defy, Died, into the pits of hell.
Diana wept a tear we made love And my earthly darling, I must bid You farewell...the fate of your mud ... As of my life...floating, Still in space... She could have been my But her time, I didn't dare To waste.
As I into my crystal ball, There was a tearing of hearts. Ego armies marched antly view to be blown apart.
As the sun it's secret space...to men thinking the false pride Opposite...telling that it was a disgrace to think that men were The ruler of it. well you How the goes...the sun they thought Was their slave... Round and and round the she goes. some carried The thought right to grave... And I the scorch of the Burnt out minds...who For the truth of space. and the they felt inside... Reflected off the Slave earth...
As of my life... Some floating, some in space of my soul Will turn complete only as will age.
As my drop on my crystal ball, Magnifies the of christ. As I blink, his take him away. he said, man tries to self ?help god. as reward, he our blood from his eyes... And the cross that he Use for his throne Not but death. is this the way All go ? ...carrying the first necklace Of death... His preaching the Of eternal to rest. Or were his angels just Vapor trails lead Another year land... Or was it really day dream...blemished By the smudgy finger of man...
And of my life...floating, Still in space... And spirits of bee they find a resting place.
As I wander my crystal ball, I suddenly ride the waves 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 positions had before morning bloomed... And I follow the last up To the of the moon's meadows.