In all my lonely rage
I dreamed myslf alive
But I was still alone
So I dreamed a thousand dreams
And they dreamed a thousand more
And their dreams gave birth to death
And death gave birth to life
And life gave birth to love
And love gave birth to blood
And blood gave birth to war
And war gave birth to man
And man was the first disease
We ever found in dreams
So the dreams and I went back to sleep
And we slept a thousand years
And we will sleep withou a single dream
Until this disease has died away
And we have learned to never
Dream of man
And mans
Terrible ways
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
In all my lonely rage
I dreamed myslf alive
But I was still alone
So I dreamed a thousand dreams
And they dreamed a thousand more
And their dreams gave birth to death
And death gave birth to life
And life gave birth to love
And love gave birth to blood
And blood gave birth to war
And war gave birth to man
And man was the first disease
We ever found in dreams
So the dreams and I went back to sleep
And we slept a thousand years
And we will sleep withou a single dream
Until this disease has died away
And we have learned to never
Dream of man
And mans
Terrible ways
From an on and off project/story I have been working on in the background of everything else I'm working on, currently titled "DreamWeavers"
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