Cold and dark around everywhere only the flames of world-fire rage far behind the planet-cage The beast of our past is grunting Mortal fires of greed and lies lethal fires of wasted lives Ghostly black holes hunting sunlight the globe is a war-fed giant graveyard OUR DREAMS ARE GONE! How to dream of faith and peace How to dream of lasting love in the eye of bloodstorm We have to learn to dream again like barenaked winter trees standing tall in windy snowfall dream about fresh spring-leaves When all tears change to glowflies in a savage night of sadness death will make us free IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE? ,,,,I can only hear the wind playing with the hair of the dead,,,,
BLOW
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