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[prince_of_dirt]

dreamers are conceiver's
flint sparked new rain
the sky turned very black today
like a thousand birds of prey
telling me that no one
ever leaves this place
alive
who would ever want to
with fields of grass to far to see
where life never ends
that is my heaven
where paint could stretch
to the sun and back
and i would never be alone
lying awake wondering what i did wrong today
or if i deserve the mind i've got
since its only temporary
we live in a world where long life is the fantasy
but what goals may we achieve
when the killers of men have more rights than we do
greed so thick it stincks of smoke and ash
so we blister
and we sigh for new days grace
when delivered we sit and sigh again
and complain of boredom
while the hungry sun weeps
and the mother earth dies
and man the new plague creeping
like moss across gods green earth
well i will not have any part in that
for my heaven is right around the corner
and i know what it is
strawberry fields to my right
and green, green grass forever