Deadly dreams shall come to all,
Who drop out of heaven
And absorb the fall.
The ones who never felt the pain
Of the one who took the fall in vain,
The fallen angel who bore
Into my mind on that distant shore.
Took hold of my body, too all control
Letting me look at the destruction
Of the people i didn’t care about at all.
Hurt to them and myself all the same.
He did all this and thought it all a game.

An image you only see on a screen,
Where people are killed
And you can’t hear them scream.
This is because they were not real,
Never were, and never will feel.
But in reality
He also killed the ones for me.
The people who should have dies long ago:
Falling through the air,
Only to go
Into a bed of soft flowers.
When i fell onto jagged towers:
One black
One white
The blood that came out was all but red.

Grey became me,
With no Technicolor.
An old time movie,
With all Frankenstein’s furry,
Because just when i died
I was reborn.
Struck by lightening
And the sound of a…horn?

Reborn to hear not a horn
But a battle ax,
The mighty weapon of the god himself.

The purple haze has parted
As quick as it had started
…..And i was left alone.
In the valley with a phone
And a dime to call back home.
I passed on that, this was my new heaven
To make the best of this beautiful haven.
Secluded by this purple haze,
The sounds of a new immortal
Who can come and go through his portal
To play the shows he once loved to play.

Maybe i can be like him one day.
When he left, once,
He gave to me
A brand new axe,
And strung it with new strings.
And with that axe
I cut down a tree
To form a better axe
And gave it some electricity.
Since the valley never let out
Too little power
All you need to do was plug into the nearest flower,
And play for all to hear.

The lines came from far and near
And the legacy strode on:
To maintain the abundant throng
Of listeners of this magic art,
To enchant the masses
With one amazing start.

Now the battle begins
And who will win,
Does it matter?
Shall we begin?

The lights go out
It’s night again
This furious battle flows through this pen(cil).
Licks and riffs,
And rhythms of old and new,
Screams and scratches,
Chords and solos,

None of the crowd knew that sound reaches
Into the deepest parts of the mind, until
They fell limp to the floor.
Still entranced
With the vision of immortal perfection,
And godly sound.

Dancing in their death
As the ground parts into an abyss,
Into which they fall forever
Until they find their future:
The true passion
Deep within their soul.
Sending them into the world
They created so long ago
In their head, is now outside.
Now they can live forever,
Forever in a dream.
Where everything is perfect,
And they can always live as it seems,
Because it’s wherever they wish it to be.

Heaven is everywhere,
Anywhere you want it.
All you need to know
Is that she can make it perfect,
No matter how you make it…
There she will always be.

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