a dream he might've had

fall down

Queen of the kings 

She walked the land

Unbent by arrogance or pride.

For this is the day of man’s demands

Unforced and full of coincides.

Birch trees swinging, loose their drops

Mammoths knock down the wall.

Crustaceans bypass africa

And with no treachery at all.

Young men are born as women 

For they lost their right to be

Heaven is a place on route to hell

A reality designed as fallacy.

Eucalyptus fronds battle hippo legions.

God sits on the toilet, looking for his reasons.

Weapons are foregone 

As the day becomes the night

For in the mighty darkness, 

True terror takes its flight

A time of peace ensues 

Nigh on a millennia when, 

The sun comes up from slumber

Forced to shine again.

Swords and axe, leaf and branch

Take up their human bands.

Fighting against the coming tide

Of a young schizoids dream firsthand.

When yet again the day turns dark, 

We will be gone once more

To take our life force elsewhere

Endoctrined to another's moor