I had a dream in the spark of an eye.
This was the dream that I had, by and by.
And the eye was disturbed by the SIGHT of a war.
And living amongst us the sum of the score.
The mountains had trembled, the oceans had roared.
And things that had mattered were now in the past.
And the wind took each soul though not a soul asked
And some went the slow way, and some went the fast.
And some fairly perished because they had held
that the way to tomorrow was into the self.
And none who were selfish the wind offered help.
And none who were vengeful were offered a chance
to join the release, the eye's final dance.
And none of the selfish were cleansed upon hands.
They saw the eye closing, they felt the night fall,
they failed to prepare for the way of it all.
They waited too late to inquire of the call.
A dream is not real; it is something unspoken.
But neither is time, that's a line that is broken.
But those who won't wake up will never be woken.
FIRE and HAIL will rain from the sky.
I had a dream in the spark of an eye.
Yet, I awoke from this dream that I had, by and by.
MY BRAKE LINE HAS BEEN TAMPERED WITH...
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