On thy fair cheeks I see
The pouring of thy tears,
Like a saulty sea,
Filled with bloodpearls.
By all lords...
Why can the human cry?
Why can't it instead fly?
Tell me,Great Master,
Why must we suffer?
What is real and what is imagination?
This realm's creation,
My Lord,
Is unreal-which element is easily found
Within the mirror-images
Of this cruel fate.
Oh dear,what are these fantasies?
What are these machinations?
The Unknown must face,
The Unbreakable must dare
The humming Voice;
Which is destructive,
Yet still,it is creative
For those who can understand it.
Believe it
There is no real,
Or no unreal;
There are only worlds,
Realms that one cannot explained in words.
Now please hear me,
I'm beginning to understand,
The underestimated truth:
That we
All deny
That this fact is true. |
