As I looked my crystal ball... was formed a tragedy. Oh but there's nothing to about... It was just a from my memory. Well it seems that the wheel..., You know, the one was between 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 soul snuffed out by ice and rains...
And of my life...floating, soaring through space... But my and their wives Landed on mars to another race...
As I gazed upon my ball, There a cloud of jealousy. But there's nothing to sad about... By this time, it's due for history. Well, it that the chambers of the Gods were being for good. Why would such heavenly beings To earth ? But as I I understood.
As the turned to a jealous Green, was concieved in the heart Of man...the didn't respect The help of the gods. they turned against Immortal man. as they to defy, they Died, into the pits of hell.
Diana wept a tear after we love And my earthly darling, I must bid You farewell...the of your mud brothers ... As of my life...floating, Still in space... She could been my wife But her time, I didn't dare To waste.
As I stared into my ball, was formed a tearing of hearts. Ego armies marched onto view to be blown apart.
As the sun it's secret Through space...to men the false pride Opposite...telling them it was Such a disgrace to think men were The of it. well you know How the story goes...the sun they Was their slave... and round and round the Table she goes. carried The right to their grave... And I smell the of the Burnt out minds...who For the truth of space. and the Dizziness felt inside... off the spinning Slave earth...
As of my life... Some floating, soaring in space of my soul Will complete only as time will age.
As my drop on my crystal ball, Magnifies the 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 go ? ...carrying the first necklace Of death... His preaching the Of eternal to rest. Or his angels just ufos Vapor trails lead Another light land... Or was it really day dream...blemished By the finger prints of man...
And of my life...floating, soaring in space... And spirits of bee Even they find a place.
As I through my crystal ball, I suddenly ride the waves of sound. I see of launching Pads even before the first of turned brown.
And I taste tunnels through The sky...as the axis in it's womb. flowers and animals try to Hold positions they had Their bloomed... And I follow the last up To the of the moon's meadows.