I saw it once...
I saw another world outside of this.
I saw a place that perfected peace
A peaky parallel Paradoxical; Where war was a
Distant memory.
A street like sweet; blended honey.
I look at into the sky and night and see through my eyes a bright
kingdom.
A kingdom that I managed to find, like a child finding a penny in worn copper thats clasped with pleasure.
A better conditioned deliverance even for great human idols just knowing; letting memories never often picture perfect.
All I needed was to dream. Through dreaming, I discovered the way out of the dark dwelling that is
Control.
One night I won't wake up, and no-one will remember me, because I'll be a distant, forgotten memory on the tip of your tongue.
I'll be above your all watching, keeping you safe... Keeping you away from harm.
Because Words are power... Words are knowledge...
Words disjointed through conjointly coincide with sound...
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