Inside this looking-glass world
Of silenced dreams and stagnant baleefs

There is no way to finally see them
With the eyes they made for you

Its only the burning bright light
That sears away your sense's

And forces you into your holding pen
Or to dream of one day beeing let in

To become one is not the ultimate goal
To kill one but a lofty dream

Stop baleeving to attain freedom
The bogey mans just a memory now

You stop baleeving in him so why not them?
Stop baleeving and there will be nothing there . . .


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 295 AF.