The
poverty of fate
We see
We see
Exuberance of imagination
Compared
to the universe
Compared to
the universe
Stashes of dreams Through this battle ebony
Soft st.
tea
Break-eats
Through the culminate of grey of time
The
artist paints of lies without slander
Of energy Every creator is an exorcist
The frau
-lity
of fate
With the exuberance of the imagination
Compared
to the universe And mere modern inspirations
The freedom of the flesh You can take away the freedom of the spirit
The creation Compared to the universe And mere modern inspirations