There he stands
A somewhat perplexed young man
On the shores of heaven
He dreams
Gazing into a magnificent night sky
Who's, where's and why's
Age-old questions shining in his 
Shortsighted eyes
Baffled by the carefully nurtured truthful lie
He dreams 
He dreams of unseen things
And sees not the ones that fly without wings
And as the celestial flags begin to fall and unfurl
He dreams of greatness on some distant world
Unwittingly
One of many in an expendable fold
Unaware
Of his mothers secrets and his father's schemes
He dreams

And…

Down the beach
Within and without his reach
Stands another
Self-assured dreamer
In disguise
A darkened warrior
Dreaming of a Day
Bathed in an eerie asphalt glow
As the thick clouds rain 
Shadows like December snow
The strangest creatures
Peerless hunters
Many ghosting as one
Dwarfing a sun
He stands in the midst of
Unknown numbers
Of these relentless killers
Amidst the piteous cries
The guilty and innocent
As the light dies
He dreams
He dreams of...
Rage
Colored rich deep space
The essence of hell 
Burning brightly in his face
His beloved Spade
Spinning in his hand
Painting a horrific mural of death
In bits of flesh and copious amounts
Of Blood 
Red, jaundiced and wet
He dreams
It's not a matter of 
IF
But when
IT will end
The reign of deception
The ongoing war
In a malefic pit
Of ancient tar
He dreams

To each his own
Hallowed stream
To each his own
Whimsical dream

Everything and nothing
Is what it seems
Even in your dreams

There they stand
On the shores of heaven...
Same picture
Different believers

Dreamers


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