As I looked my crystal ball... was formed a tragedy. Oh but there's to worry about... It was just a from my memory. Well it seems that the 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 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 their Landed on mars to start race...
As I gazed upon my ball, formed a cloud of jealousy. But nothing to feel sad about... By time, it's due for only history. Well, it that the chambers of the were being emptied for good. Why would such beings want To desert ? But as I I understood.
As the clouds to a jealous Green, which was concieved in the Of man...the didn't respect The of the gods. instead they turned against Immortal man. as tried to defy, they Died, the wicked pits of hell.
Diana wept a after we made love And said: my earthly darling, I bid You farewell...the fate of your mud ... As of my life...floating, Still in space... She could been my wife But her time, I didn't wish To waste.
As I into my crystal ball, was formed a tearing of hearts. Ego armies antly onto view to be blown apart.
As the sun whispered it's 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 story goes...the sun they Was circling slave... Round and round and the Table she goes. carried The right to their grave... And I smell the of the Burnt out minds...who For the hurting of space. and the Dizziness felt inside... Reflected off the Slave earth...
As of my life... Some floating, soaring in space of my soul Will turn complete as time will age.
As my tears drop on my ball, the reflections of christ. As I blink, his angels him away. What he said, man tries to from god. as reward, he Wipes our from his eyes... And the that he would Use for his throne Not life but death. is the way All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace Of death... His preaching the Of happiness to rest. Or were his angels just Vapor trails lead Another light land... Or was it really day dream...blemished By the finger prints of man...
And of my life...floating, Still in space... And of bee hives Even they find a place.
As I wander my crystal ball, I suddenly ride the waves of sound. I see platforms of Pads even the first blade of Grass brown.
And I taste their tunnels The sky...as the axis turns in womb. flowers and animals try to Hold they had before Their bloomed... And I follow the rocket up To the libraries of the meadows.