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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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