Stripped of Freedom

The year is 2046

As I wake every morning to think I'm starting a brand new day, I suddenly remember it's.....

No Point Weeping you Pale Faced Clowns

The House we live in

Lines above, Towers Below

Lie After lie

Through All the Poisions & Choas of an Insane World,

Spinning, spinning, Voices going Round

In Time & Space my Soul does Grace

In a World of Black & White.

Oh the Beautiful Red Roses!

Spiral into spiral through the Mist

I woke with a start,

There was Once

a Vision...

Anxiety.

As the Waves keep Rolling in

There was Once an Angel who was Born into this World Asleep.

a Nightmare at Devils Hour!