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Crystal Ball
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As I looked into my crystal ball...
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there was formed a tragedy.
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Oh but there's nothing to worry about...
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It was just a flash from my memory.
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Well it seems that the Holiday Wheel...,
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you know, the one that was between Earth
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and the moon...Well any way, there was
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2,000,000 killed...bodies floating in the
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afternoon...
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Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
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tidal waves and Hurricanes...
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And down on Earth we lost 3 continents.
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Their fiery soul snuffed out by
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Nature's ice and rains...
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And pieces of my life...floating,
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still soaring through space...
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But my sons and their wives
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landed on Mars to start another race...
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As I gazed upon my crystal ball,
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there formed a cloud of jealousy.
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But there's nothing to feel sad about...
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By this time, it's due for only history.
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Well, it seems that the Chambers of the
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Gods were being emptied for good.
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Why would such Heavenly beings want
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to desert Earth ?
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But as I watched I understood.
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As the clouds turned to a Jealous
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Green, which was concieved in the heart
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of man...the people didn't respect
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the help of the Gods. Instead they turned against
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immortal man. As they tried to defy, they
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died, into the wicked pits of Hell.
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Diana wept a tear after we made love
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and said: "My Earthly Darling, I must bid
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you farewell...The fate of your mud brothers ...
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As pieces of my life...floating,
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still soaring in Space...
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She could have been my wife
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But her time, I didn't dare wish
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to waste.
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As I stared into my crystal ball,
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there was formed a tearing of hearts.
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Ego Armies marched antly onto view
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only to be blown apart.
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As the sun whispered its secret
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through space...to men thinking the false pride
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opposite...telling them that it was
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such a disgrace to think that men were
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the ruler of it. Well you know
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how the story goes...the sun they thought
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was their circling slave...
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round and round and round the
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table she goes. Some carried
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the thought right to their grave...
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And I smell the scorch of the
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burnt out minds...who searched
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for the hurting truth of space. And the
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dizziness they felt inside...
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reflected off the spinning
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slave pebble earth...
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As fragments of my life...
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Some floating, some soaring in Space
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Collections of my soul
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will turn complete only as time will age.
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As my tears drop on my crystal ball,
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Magnifies the reflections of Christ.
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As I blink, His angels take him away.
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What he said, man tries to self
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help from God. As reward, he
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wipes our blood from his eyes...
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And the cross that he would
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use for his throne represents
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not life but death. Is this the way
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all heroes go ?...Carrying the first necklace
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of death...
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His preaching the belief
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of eternal Happiness to rest.
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Or were his angels just UFOs
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vapor trails lead from
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another light year land...
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Or was it really tomorrow's
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awakening day dream...blemished
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by the smudgy finger prints of man...
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And slivers of my life...floating,
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still soaring in space...
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And spirits of Bee hives
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even they find a resting place.
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As I wander through my crystal ball,
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I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound.
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I see platforms of launching
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pads even before the first blade of
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grass turned brown.
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And I taste their tunnels through
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the sky...As the axis turns in its womb.
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Frozen flowers and animals try to
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hold positions they had before
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their morning bloomed...
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And I follow the last rocket up
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to the libraries of the moon's meadows.
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Crystal Ball
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| Jimi Hendrix |
