Demon In the Storm

Standing on this eternal plane As I lift my fears above my head, normality I feign Mid-Air, I hold no resistance Flying high, superior to every existance Hovering, floating, lifted by my mentality Losing my grip on reality Gliding, eye'm floating, in the clouds. Atoms clash, thunder surrounds Ignited by a bolt of electricty. Will I descend below atop my knee? Quite contrary, I feel the urge to be. This insane persistance transcends reality. Reguvinated by my inherant vim Everyone will gather, I will looke down upon them An angel in the storm, to gaze upon the cloud, my glowing form When did I shift from human to this It was the lull of sweet bliss Remember, it was the enticing beat of the eternal drum, seducing me, transformation complete Manipulated by the toying spirit Locked in my head, my voice altered, hear it Manipulate the mindless swine, heard them Lead them out to the pool, see if they swim. You will lead the war, it speaks to me, in an eternal voice that sets the decree. Countless horrers of war and famine flashing before my eyes, the greed of men show them, it urges. Punish them with impunity, rage surges through my veins, boils my blood forgetting to breath through the flood. Countless minsless drones assemble before me To lead the war, a great duty I am aware, you thought not? That my spirit was broken, my body to rott. No, I realize this spirit, this demon tries to control my mind overthrouwing this mighty apparition I assume the power, that is my divine right Begin to train and condition My soldiers to fight To rule the world with love and pride No longer having to run and hide Peace, serinity and sweet, sweet tranquility. But alas, th cycle must bein anew Oh yes, it starts again, as if on "q".