GOTHIC SUPERSTAR
In the caverns of the wells of time there was a symbolism to the creation of my rhyme
Destined to see through a portal beyond wishing the night of light and rotation of flight
There was one Gothic superstar with a candle to his heart, shielded by the spark of a lark
Where a memory could bend as a stolen friend, it was the universal man of the end
Where streams and caverns and holy texts run deep as a flock of dieing sheep
A run of the wool across one's eyes there was a distinct shepherd who spoke words of the wise
They herded beyond and the Gothic superstar awoke avenging his soul within a cloak
Light streams from the sky, spinning crystals and magic ways, we are all flying into your bodily high
The Gothic day and the purity of a speech could you be the brain in all material ways
In another world away the force of life was a light that could ride, spinning across to the other side
Dancing in illusions the Goddess could see the poison sucked out by the universal being
Who, why the sigh of the lie, in a body of divine young quality, sighing immortality
Breathing air the stare of you was fair across the market of souls in attack we are aware
How birth of a bang the consciousness of the time, a drying out of the body in sacred rhyme
Where were you without a clue, staying in to see the meaning of dues, breaking through without you?
Illusional in fusion of all stellar beings maximising every solution, time is losing out by usage
Gothic superstar bright as the wind, night, the spreading of angels wings I begin to cringe
Dropping rain with heartaches of pain I can see the torture and a future of the spiritual kind
Destined to be and to dream and see the reasoning of many balances of love and time
The night and the howling dogmatic moon, it is changing its shape into a face of hate and states
Love came and come to you across the never land of almighty streams of light
Pushed to mean and cross the sightly streams my knowledge is alien by alien connection
Into earth and all the worlds a turning speech was bound tied, within a candle electrified
Soul intervention and the mystery of all ancient and futuristic inventions known to life of mankind
Could came from the first and last dimensions, we are bound to see the reasoning to why
The superstar in the sky and the name of the one revolving over many planetary suns
Intervene take over my being I would never sell my soul by cause and a sin of meaning
Justified into a kind I was a baby born through clouds of fleshly thorns the night of a summer storm
Only if the reincarnated new the old past of the emotional spiritual divine less clue
Stewing manifesting a bodily sexual caressing of the angel who gave you a love and a blessing
Reaching forth in artistic ways the granted wish was the knowledge of heartache
Where a poetic pain was to resurface only flying upon a ravens wing to sing joy of the living
The asking promising, the asking task the pessimistic nature of so many souls from the heart
Each one looking forth for the king and a saviour who was the one in control of a loving behaviour?
Worlds are spinning we release your pain transfixed by a kiss and the last arrow of a dartboards fix
The drug of life and the willingness of time it is running away on an aura from a star sign
Where all have a symbol and a frequency unknown the god of your soul leaves a light of the night
Gothic superstar passing on we drift through you as an instrument in a song, only loving and belonging
A dream a birth another escape of a fantasy of a curse in a description by the divine old verse
Where wrongs make rights and the rites of the candle gives you some light, warm as a body that burns
Burning for love and a faith in you, the children are the end the wind changes another soul is met
To kiss and to forget and to dream a while happiness and content was your way to survive
Alive, alive burning to survive the sacrifice was when in the Old Testament you gave up your time
Here we are angels of light the guardians of god and an almighty sight we love you and your life
Planetary beings and ants of the hill, take me kiss me, kill me frill me and justified the action of will
Potion enhanced by the Gothic Superstar trance hypnotic and chronic aware of your kind
Addictive, selective a moral of one dance in the horizon of a million lifetime of suns
Where earth matter and cosmic chatter invade the mind I could never be alone without the flight of life
Were growing again, again I say the last Druid walked the earth and said hey, hey, hey
I was born in the past, present and future of yesterday's holy Gothic ways.
4 / 9 / 1999 3.01 am
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