2022-11-12 18:37:13
We don't usually speak in public
But we are all dreamers
And a dream we can share, is what we seek.
A dream we all come together,
With threads and needles, to cry and seam
Into a leather fashionable dress
We wear hiding, in our bed sheets
But when outside, we're in disguise
Because our dream,
Being a rebellion, to us all humans,
It has become, His woeful disgrace!
Inside our dreams
That flows upon, a path of gold
Our soul is sold
To the highest bidder
And as is known
God and, His creation Satan
Are the sole bidders
And the only winners.
We slave our time just so we can dream
We toil our youth, for an alone sleep
But does it stop us?
NO!!!! NO !!!!
No it does not
And never shall it do
Because,
We do not dream for a revenge
We do not dream to escape our cage
Neither do we for our own profit
Nor out of spite,
For what God said, is our demeaning fate.
We dream because we can
The walking dead are what we hate.
We dream so we can kill people
With our Scythe's sweeping motion,
A bag full of hopeless hope, is what we rake.
We dream to kill
To kill only for our own sake
The dreadful sadness that we all wore
Death comes to eat, fooled by our bait.
We are not entrepreneurs
Of a dream that's not of ours
We are a being, made out of boredom
A full day pottery task
Our tan comes from a dream beam,
We lay out naked, hand in hand to bask.
And I know, you are a dreamer too
With whatever good you intend do,
You are a servant of His empty faith
Just as me infront of Him,
A dreamer's cursed, to lose his case.
Because you dream of your creation
And sail away to what stirs beyond death
To find heaven is just a sparkling glitter
God used to coverup, hell's chocolate cake!
We are Gladiators
Truth seekers sent to Galilee
We are Surgeons of existence
Hellbent on being a seer!
We are menders
Traditional healers
Healing bones broken by His hope
God stands in awe to see us ,
While choking on His own rope!
Hence why, he fears to dwell amongst us
Because we see under his blessing,
Eternity's worth of a well-hidden curse.
He says to us,
"I have made you in My own image!"
He dreamt of creating his clone
While dooming us to live alone
Inside an earth,
His evil hand groped with carnage!
An oldman imprisoned,
For they thought he was insane
We are made to sooth His dream
For it was filled with endless pain!
And below hundred and twenty,
Our age He trimmed
For He thought our dream,
Was only to join Him.
We dream a dream that rides a black horse
And He is the lonely warrior standing afoot
And as we charge, his sword can slay
Our lonely soul,
Only in Shakespeare's play.
He then exclaims,
"We have failed Him, in so many ways,
He knew we would!"
He dreamt to make a human body out of mud,
Just to be mad,
When He breaks it with a sudden thud!
We are dreamers who learnt from the One who dreamt about us
Our dream is not of creating,
But of mending the broken things, He put in us
We are a dream, to reflect about
Of everything, He couldn't confront
We are desire
We are despair
Echoes in His dream,
Of the things, He couldn't repair.
And in realization,
That He couldn't stop our dream
He chose to invade it,
And call it Revelations,
Fooled one of us,
Who lost his mind,
That in his dreams, what he saw was Him!
But what he saw,
The burning fires
A Seven angel quire, was a savages deed
Expected from one who sows in our dreams,
The end of his dream, as a Nightmare seed!
Ohhh,
Does He think dreams don't die?
Didn't He change water to wine?
Ohhh,
He thinks it is any different?
If we are indeed, made in His image,
Why is He so sure,
Unlike his beastly nature, we will all be decent?
Even a beast cares for the one inside his pack that's wounded
Doesn't chase to eat a sick prey,
While he knows he could!
In a dream we ate an apple,
In a dream He broke his heavenly vows,
Didn't He chose to invade our dream,
To be crucified under our Roman laws?
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