Dress Rehearsal of the Divine Plan
in the under world
a story of everlasting life
granted to the lost souls
if i started counting i'd never stop
when your number is called in death's plan
frozen you become
a part of the collective unconcious to break this curse
death's guardian with a word she can't say
that causes death to start counting again everytime she hears it
the only one in the underworld left alive
unfreezes them as he comes by with a story to tell
the riddle they live to remind him
that that's life
the same trick granting us new routines
running away from the life of being frozen
the guardian buying enemies of love
who might one day dissapear
god eventually mastermines this
realising she somehow doesn't belong
her legacy to change the game
learn from herself
and repeat the best thing
like a moth to a flame
counting on and on
like a moth to the flame
toward the meaning of life he is drawn
a game you have to lose
or frozen in time forever you will become
with all the luck in the world
learning to cheat
the game changes eventualy
with a word to get the soul she came for
this knowledge is an ignorant power
full well knowing there was a dress rehearsal of the divine plan
life had a plan too
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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