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Highest Domain
I'm like the mountains, the trees, the wind
The wild beast are of my kind, I run, I swim
I leap so high and fly into the blue sky. I'm a
nomad and in the dunes of desert I search for
my fate. I wander, I wonder but not lost, I'm yet
alive. The hunters who seek, those who secrets
keep, are of my tribe. Through me an untamed
river flows its course, it flows, it grows upon me
it power bestows. Black flowers are now gone,
but the final words in the cactus land are not
said and done. Blood, flesh and white bones,
the tiles fall like rain, yet I'm not wet. I do
not condone but my actions I must atone. I'm
not alone but this silent wizardry isn't misery.
The voices speak and I listen to those whose
secrets I keep. Ancient mystery but tales do
tell of the one who fell, of heaven and hell. Black
earth, blue sky I cry like a hawk, I soar I fly. The
river runs on below, flow of eternity red, green,
yellow is the translucent glow. I'm a king who
always wins and can do no sins. I've opened
the door to nevermore of what was before.
And I wait for the end and do not pretend to
make amends. I greet all I meet, meat is neat for
me and a treat. I speak when I'm awake and yet
I sleep, deceit is not to cheat. Don't weep, reap
the harvest, the bounty that grows for the one
who knows. I am the one who sees with billions
of eyes, I cannot die although I tried. I lived, I
received and give to those I deem worthy in
dreams. And on and on it shines, glows like
silver and gold, stars that overflow the heavenly
dome. The highest domain that is my home.
The wild beast are of my kind, I run, I swim
I leap so high and fly into the blue sky. I'm a
nomad and in the dunes of desert I search for
my fate. I wander, I wonder but not lost, I'm yet
alive. The hunters who seek, those who secrets
keep, are of my tribe. Through me an untamed
river flows its course, it flows, it grows upon me
it power bestows. Black flowers are now gone,
but the final words in the cactus land are not
said and done. Blood, flesh and white bones,
the tiles fall like rain, yet I'm not wet. I do
not condone but my actions I must atone. I'm
not alone but this silent wizardry isn't misery.
The voices speak and I listen to those whose
secrets I keep. Ancient mystery but tales do
tell of the one who fell, of heaven and hell. Black
earth, blue sky I cry like a hawk, I soar I fly. The
river runs on below, flow of eternity red, green,
yellow is the translucent glow. I'm a king who
always wins and can do no sins. I've opened
the door to nevermore of what was before.
And I wait for the end and do not pretend to
make amends. I greet all I meet, meat is neat for
me and a treat. I speak when I'm awake and yet
I sleep, deceit is not to cheat. Don't weep, reap
the harvest, the bounty that grows for the one
who knows. I am the one who sees with billions
of eyes, I cannot die although I tried. I lived, I
received and give to those I deem worthy in
dreams. And on and on it shines, glows like
silver and gold, stars that overflow the heavenly
dome. The highest domain that is my home.
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