Did you know love exists in a novel? We live, we die and death not ends it? Is it love we find, is it what we are demanding for? Or are we trying for something that has already found us. Have we been born yet and are we alive? We closed our eyes and grieved our insignificance, we're on the edge of boredom and no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn with foolish thoughts. The trance, the spell kept us from seeing.
Could any hell be more horrible than before and real?
Curses, invocations, laments of the time lost. Expecting one of many dreams to rise. We can seek inside ourselves and we can open walls of mystery, this is the wisdom, which makes me write.
Forgive the ancient people who taught us god in the child's prayer in the night. We can't wait for a god, we are gods, and we're asleep inside waiting to awake and flourish with the dance of ecstasy.
We're always reaching for something on the end of a candle. Don't let it burn away and slip to smoke. Find out what really matters…
Could any hell be more horrible than before and real?
Curses, invocations, laments of the time lost. Expecting one of many dreams to rise. We can seek inside ourselves and we can open walls of mystery, this is the wisdom, which makes me write.
Forgive the ancient people who taught us god in the child's prayer in the night. We can't wait for a god, we are gods, and we're asleep inside waiting to awake and flourish with the dance of ecstasy.
We're always reaching for something on the end of a candle. Don't let it burn away and slip to smoke. Find out what really matters…
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