Cloaked in a layer of mist
A child is brought up on how to kill
Simulations in games, simulations in TV
Is a child brought up on how to create life?
is a child taught how to Love ?

Simulations in games, simulations in TV
Unravelling the veil of the cruelty sect
Unravelling the veil of this wicked game.

Everyone is isolated in this game of despair
Peace is only an illusion, because of the lack of Love.
In the so called civilation of it all,
Killing another is murder, but in war it isn’t, why?

Isolation are the victims, the women and children
Isolation are the victims, those who reject the game.
Haunted by the actions of uniformed murder
Haunted by the actions of the military sect programming.
Numb to the surrounding horror, tears fill the wind.
Blood stains the land, a crimson river flows on land.

Dictated by heartless orders, where are there consciousness
Unresolved thinking, Neanderthal processing
There is no need to say good bye
There is no need for a headshot..
As Life is precious, Life is short.
It could be you or it could be me,
This isn’t TV, this isn’t a game.
Its Life, its precious, Love is healthy processing,
This concept of war is tiresome

It has to end,
The war must stop.
All I want is Love and Peace,
In order to have True Peace,
There has to be True Love,
Accept the diversity of others,
Respect each others ideas,
Discard aggression, anger and fear.
The creation of fear leads to anger, which leads to war.
End the oppression, end the greed, its so unnecessary
Share the planet, it existed before humans were created.
Just say NO to war…no to greed, no to military.
 




The Elvin Magick of Love chant

I wonder when I look at life, and you may see.
Its leaves has weaped over mystery.
Its dwellers don't understand what they fully see.
Unravelled grass can lavender bloom.
Unravelled forests can lead path to desserts of doom.

For hope has a place in your loving heart.
For hope has a place in a loving heart.

When winter returns, and makes life hard times.
The air evenly flows, through your ocean tides
One hope, one place may end or it may start

Yearn to Love, and learn to love and you may dream
And if it should leave may your love have wings and be free.
Then search your heart, there is more to see
When hope is full, your heart is free.

Many roads in life are long and dull, and hard.
Let love rise and never let it depart.
Let hope have a place in your loving heart.

May love wash away your tears and make your heart free.
May love make new hope, new dreams and fantasy.









When will the fairies and flowers return?

Years have come years have gone
Where have all the flowers gone?
The flowers of my garden are my friends
They have been ruthlessly plucked out of my care

A fairy came to me yesterday, she died in my hands.
She was afraid the world would end, the glow from her body.
The glow that illuminated my hands came to an end.
She lay helpless, lifeless as if my aura of depression drained her.

I lay her gentle naked shiny body down in the wet grass.
Tears rolled down on my eyes and joined hers on the ground.
I sat helpless, lifeless staring where her body disappeared into the ground.
I looked up, the air was dry, I had been drained dry, by people of this world.

They have taken away my magic, my will to live on, my magic to create.
My magic to love, my magic to embrace, my magic to care.
They drained my heart dry, taped my mouth, and tied my hands.
They tied me to the stake and burned my soul.
I am nothing but an empty shell, so dry, and so barren.

The air is dry, there is no current to gather
There is no rain to wash the sorrow away
I do not know what I am going to do today
Some old ones I love are far away.. and they watch silent.

Where have you flowers all gone?
Why have you moved far away from me?
They don’t answer, they watch, the stare, they drift away.
There is pain in the air, the world is dying.

My flowers are in a ring of despair, consumed by the evil beast
This beast had bitten me, it infected me and I have hurt some of them.
Their pain tears my heart, there tears fall down my face.
Their flowers and fairies too have gone and died.

I run after them, the world stretches
I run in the nightmare, with the wind in my hair
How long can it last? Will the rain ever come?
I need to run with the thunder in the clouds,
I supposed to be an Elvin princess.
Will the flowers and fairies return?

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