The vision, the life, don't you ever wonder what's going on in the world, behind the scenes.
Who's lying to whom?
Why are these things happening to me?
To us?
I wonder what it would be like in ten years,
or twenty.
Who will be alive or dead.
Who will I be with.
Enter the sandman, the dreamscape.
In a quest, a dream I died to the knife of a psychopath.
I woke chilled with sweat racing off my forehead.
Now I realize that my life flashed before me, attitude change.
Beware of the viper behind.
Scratch is talking.
The tongue rolls with venom and then he strikes.
Phantasm, the night mare begins.
The man with a hood of white meets his mark.
The friend falls.
In flight the coach moves.
The specter leaps and its over.
Fortius Avterium.
There shall be light.
Life is but a circle of a serpent biting its tail.
Eternal beginning and no end.
The ring pervades.
Now its complete with hand in hand.
I hear a name.
Drunk with whiskey she tells me the question and asks the answer.
Life in jeopardy the knowledge followed.
Dead with whiskey in the dusk.
The cork popped and the whiskey rolled.
The heart pounds of thunder.
Horses bolt and stop.
Awaken.
A shadow springs forth.
Get groomed a voice says.
Gaia is watching.
Thyfur
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