Dream On
Wake me up,
As I,m out of breath
I'm locked in dreams
Beyond my thoughts.
Fetters hustle towards me
To bind my conscience,
To consign me to oblivion.
Floating in the void, I'm moving
Towards premonition
What if things are predestined?
The only solution is anastasis.
Someone unchained me
Hands of the salvationist!.
My heartbeat raised.
Using all my strength,
I stirred backwards
Towards the angels.
But angels drift apart from me
My dream is collapsing.
Am I a fugitive?
Come on, dream on...
What if things are predestined?!
The only solution is anastasis.
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