Supernatural

Through a slight peep hole in a door ellusive to the actual norm In the future one can exhibit a flair for faith amidst evil Within great credible eye witness to achieve Through a sorted variation in a dream Supernatural Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision In a whirlwind of descretion we falter in confessing Although for the moment no shoulder to cry A sorted dilemna in a blink of an eye A sought after excursion Isolationism in the midst of something supernatural Deep within every human heart there beats a common melody Through a spring of melodic yearning design Many interpret the golden rule as control They simply negate a philosophy & self consideration to ever know Many as of late have been proned in tears Yet in effect those very tears have removed all known fears All of us live as in some isolated nomadic state Far from our home in eternity so will embrace the temporal We all must determine in love what will become Hence in deep retrospect to its given outcome Many like to control others due to pride The god of this world has blinded their eyes so they suffer in deep silence alone!