Sweet Nightmare

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Sweet Nightmare

Sweet Nightmare 
  
In the woods along the way I am in a box
From the north towards the south I see a fox
To the west of the waterfalls I hear an ox
In the east aside the desert I see sox
I want to be outside the box 
This world is insane
Now nothing is ever the same
We all playing this vicious game
Of hide and seek without shame
WW3 is about to begin maliciously
Fighting and crying now I am full of moxie
It is said that we bring evil
But what do they bring, is it not wickedness 
As I bleed black fuel
This war game is intelligently cruel
They are nuclear bombing so graciously
the Big-Boss is withdrawing
The underdog is cheering  
Children no longer respect parents all in calamity 
Everyone is every sexuality all done so lustfully
I tell you people that the world is ending
so get up and run all blaming just exciting
This is world is crazy and chaotic and we all live in anarchy
Why is their yelling and sufferance?
Now why are boundaries broken?
Why is the fox destroying the ox? 
I want to run but I am chained to these rocks
everyone is always offended with all being afraid of free expression
we see and do the malediction and live the corruption 
all I see is a black vulture 
I really want to go to the future 
Outside this box, I will be!
I tell you people that the world is ending
So get up and run all blaming as I repent, spin, and twirl
If only the authorities had some brains 
I conclude in cuffs and chains within this dramatic world
Ring-a-ding I can hear a bell 
As we burn constantly and yell
but we can't hide for we are in a cell 
Hot lave burning, strong smokes vaporizing, asleep in this volcanic hell 
People I tell you to run and scream 
The theme is no more joy but a sad scary devilish deem 
Hit with shocks and by a bitter river stream 
The nightmare on earth of a twilight dream

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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