planets of all colors and sizes
floating on an endless universe
of mystic dust
and rainbow smoke
angels fly
from planet to planet
watching for the living
caring for their order
suns all around
distant but present
shining their lights
flickering in the night
one stands proud in the middle
the Sun of suns
the king of the universe
strong and powerful
it is a lovely world
a fantasy made up
watched and warded
but the lurking man
he plans carefully
outlines every detail
he paints the smiles
he writes the lies
he is a clever one
i must admit
everything plays out as his says
he is an award-worthy director
the lurking man stands above
we are standing on his palm
blindfolded, unaware
complete fools
he paints a beautiful scenery
he is the architect of paradise
he even lets us believe
that there is a greater power than him
you see,
the lurking man is a liar
and a cheat
he is a trickster
and a fraud
he hides in the shadows
planning his next move
creating a demise
waiting for the right moment
to strike
and it scares me sometimes
it keeps me up at night
how he is able to portray
such real dreams
into my own mind
and how one of this days
he will finally attack
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
planets of all colors and sizes
floating on an endless universe
of mystic dust
and rainbow smoke
angels fly
from planet to planet
watching for the living
caring for their order
suns all around
distant but present
shining their lights
flickering in the night
one stands proud in the middle
the Sun of suns
the king of the universe
strong and powerful
it is a lovely world
a fantasy made up
watched and warded
but the lurking man
he plans carefully
outlines every detail
he paints the smiles
he writes the lies
he is a clever one
i must admit
everything plays out as his says
he is an award-worthy director
the lurking man stands above
we are standing on his palm
blindfolded, unaware
complete fools
he paints a beautiful scenery
he is the architect of paradise
he even lets us believe
that there is a greater power than him
you see,
the lurking man is a liar
and a cheat
he is a trickster
and a fraud
he hides in the shadows
planning his next move
creating a demise
waiting for the right moment
to strike
and it scares me sometimes
it keeps me up at night
how he is able to portray
such real dreams
into my own mind
and how one of this days
he will finally attack
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