As I looked my crystal ball... There was a tragedy. Oh but there's nothing to about... It was a flash 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, Still through space... But my sons and 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 seems the chambers of the Gods were emptied for good. Why would such heavenly beings To desert ? But as I I understood.
As the clouds to a jealous Green, which was concieved in the Of man...the people respect The help of the gods. instead they turned man. as they tried to defy, they Died, into the wicked of hell.
Diana wept a after we made love And my earthly darling, I must bid You farewell...the fate of mud brothers ... As of my life...floating, soaring in space... She could been my wife But her time, I didn't wish To waste.
As I stared my crystal ball, was formed a tearing of hearts. Ego armies marched antly onto to be blown apart.
As the sun it's secret Through space...to men thinking the pride Opposite...telling that it was a disgrace to think that men were The of it. well you know How the goes...the sun they thought Was circling slave... and round and round the Table she goes. carried The thought to their grave... And I the scorch of the out minds...who searched For the hurting of space. and the they felt inside... Reflected off the Slave earth...
As of my life... Some floating, some soaring in Collections of my Will turn complete only as time age.
As my tears on my crystal ball, Magnifies the of christ. As I blink, his angels 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 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 lead from Another light land... Or was it really day dream...blemished By the smudgy prints of man...
And of my life...floating, Still in space... And of bee hives they find 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 their tunnels through The sky...as the axis turns in womb. Frozen and animals try to positions they had before Their bloomed... And I the last rocket up To the libraries of the meadows.