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My Sweet Dreamwalker
My sweet Dreamwalker
Won’t you help me find my light? My sweet dreamwalker. I’ve lost it on my journey between two worlds, my sweet dreamwalker.
In the event of drying rivers; leave it be, another passenger would come and find it in a good state of use, then leave it drying out – your powers wasted.
In the event of a curse on the miserly; leave it be, the curse will be placed and set on his children if your help is perceived, my sweet dreamwalker.
In the event of despair; leave it be, the solution might just be two miles away yet walking is another problem conceived.
In the event of war brewing in a time of peace; leave it be, for the bargains of peace requires the blood of the innocent spilled on muddy battlegrounds.
Maybe the cause of your journey isn’t finding my light. Another life has been taken by the way, though it might just have been that heaven needed another. I can’t be too sure, the cries of his atheist mother can still be heard.
My light, lost between two worlds- one assumed to hold all things good and the other all things bad, merging them is said to be disastrous yet one can’t exist without the other.
For light to be seen, my sweet dreamwalker it must be displayed on a dark background. One of us has to be bad for the other to be good.
My sweet dreamwalker, you must go on, leave everything be, if my light can’t find me then it must be that it’s not the right time to be found.
And since everything happens for a reason you can’t be blamed for the passenger, who never got to drink water, the miserly, whose curse is still potent, the despaired who always finds the perfect excuse, and all these innocents who got caught in the cries of war.
© Ammfak
Won’t you help me find my light? My sweet dreamwalker. I’ve lost it on my journey between two worlds, my sweet dreamwalker.
In the event of drying rivers; leave it be, another passenger would come and find it in a good state of use, then leave it drying out – your powers wasted.
In the event of a curse on the miserly; leave it be, the curse will be placed and set on his children if your help is perceived, my sweet dreamwalker.
In the event of despair; leave it be, the solution might just be two miles away yet walking is another problem conceived.
In the event of war brewing in a time of peace; leave it be, for the bargains of peace requires the blood of the innocent spilled on muddy battlegrounds.
Maybe the cause of your journey isn’t finding my light. Another life has been taken by the way, though it might just have been that heaven needed another. I can’t be too sure, the cries of his atheist mother can still be heard.
My light, lost between two worlds- one assumed to hold all things good and the other all things bad, merging them is said to be disastrous yet one can’t exist without the other.
For light to be seen, my sweet dreamwalker it must be displayed on a dark background. One of us has to be bad for the other to be good.
My sweet dreamwalker, you must go on, leave everything be, if my light can’t find me then it must be that it’s not the right time to be found.
And since everything happens for a reason you can’t be blamed for the passenger, who never got to drink water, the miserly, whose curse is still potent, the despaired who always finds the perfect excuse, and all these innocents who got caught in the cries of war.
© Ammfak
