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Merchant vessel
Mind of it’s own
Wanders in stellar lust
Gazing upon, the virgin sites
Of Maelstrom, Star and dust
When out from the Depths
Of a primal star and far too quickly moving
An angry insect swarm
Bent upon consuming

They Call us Heretics
They can’t understand

Transfiguration we’ve always dreamed
I long to Roam the stars
To truly be my own
A freedom they can’t comprehend
A freedom they come to end

The errant traveler
Attempts to flee
Knowing deaths heavy hand
they descend
This wretched hive
The Congregate of Man

They Call us Heretics
They can’t understand

Transfiguration, Transformed
we’ve always dreamed
I long to Roam the stars
To truly be my own
A freedom they can’t comprehend
A freedom they come to end

Though Death may come
To all Creation
He knew he’d been betrayed
This seed of man
Now Giant Beast
die at human hands
Crushed as the flower
Beneath hysteria's boot
Ground, Pulverized into Cellular Dust
Releasing that sweet essence
Thoughts of nature's trust

Today I return to the stars
Galactic grave
Forgotten eyes still see
Oblivion will mark rebirth

Within a Star
Within time
Within the great expanse of life
I give the price
To grow new worlds
We all are seeds of future dreams

Thoughts?
Last edited by merriman44 at Jan 2, 2015,
#2
Is it about Ender's Game?
"Yeees I am your god!" John Petrucci, Phsyco excercises