an opinion of life and human kind and a different veiw on reality |
Many wish to quell the storm to calm the angry sea But as to how, i do not know for those oceans are too deep This reality is but a dream, one that can only be woken from through death In death we slumber and reawaken, born into another reality, another dream This world is rotting, dreams matter not to this harsh reality Where only nightmares exsist and are born through our unrelenting fear Live to suffer and slaughter, that is all we have done since being born into this world, Feeding off the fear others protray. making it our strength making sure we survive We are the famine upon this world. slowly killing and sufficationg the life out of everything we touch We are but a hindrance to the cycle of life. where the only cure this world has of us is our death Learn from this world mistakes make anew the dream. vanqiush the nightmares of this world Fear not what has happened but will come to pass if the world thinks us not worthy She will rid herself of us do to us what we have done to her This world was but a dream the rivers clear the lands beautiful the oceans so deep and vast Were life exsisted and flourished knowing no bounds But a time will come when the rivers will flow red the land tainted with blood of greed and innocence The oceans angry and full of turmoil life itself ceasing to mean anything at all So many dreams so many nightmares which reality do we wish to reside in Which choices will lead us to the right path we must take Take haste in your choices let not this world succumb to a harsh eventual reality May we dream sweeter dreams And value the life given |