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Children of Idealism

We are all people of dreams
A race built on hope, faith and resolve
We are the children of idealism
The generation of fairy tales
McDonaldism, Heroism, Romanticism
Even in wars, we strive to obtain
A faux ideal, to appease the idealists
That all is right in this world
And that it is time to sleep once more
And dream the dream blowed to us
By the dreamweavers, wherever they are
We are millennia and more old
What have we learnt?
To dream, of faraway places,
Of Gods in their pantheons and pavilions
Of Kings and Evil Tyrants,
Of A Happy Family,
Daddy, Mommy and Me.
Since a long time ago,
We have indulged,
In the leaf, that veils our eyes
In the fruit, that clogs our minds
In the tree, that fills our guts
Indulgence, and overabundance.
But how things have changed
People on the streets have always been starving
But there are more of it, now
More, and more, and more, and more
Yet we are at the foremost,
The peak, the zenith, the pinnacle
Does that mean we fall at our next step?
No, we will grow wings and fly
It is our DESTINY
To outer space shall we race
Where pollution does not exist and richness awaits
If it was thus easy, why are we stuck here?
Contained in a miserly sphere
All will be right my child
Live and forget, otherwise;
Do and regret, arise.
God is there to protect us
God IS there to protect me
God, O supreme one
I thank thee for guiding me
Through thick and thin
Without you, my dreams would not be real
I would be real, not what I am now
Realistic Idealist, O God, you are omniscient
What else must take place
Before utopia is to create?
That there be a second coming?
A second wave?
What will the death toll be like?
To come when least expected,
In the silence of twilight
Sweeps through the ashes of debris
Reaping what was sown
And to cast out all the weeds
Will it be the angels?
The evangelists, the destroyers, the purificers?
Have you not given us the ideal world in the beginning
Perfection as you are, we were
And to be distant from you as time passes
Further from idealness
That our world is so flawed
That people doth wage war
And the likes of human behaviour
Never seen before
A billion or so people shout out in great endeavour
While the nine others rein in melancholic silence
Amnesia; we have forgotten our heritage
Insomnia; we no longer dream
Paranoia; we have awoken
Watch us worldly creatures
Dreamtime is over
Hell did really break loose
Demons everywhere, evil miscreants
The conflux of aura is shifting to the next phase
That which Lord Moon resides
Where the power of sublimination dominates
Ashes to wishes and wishes to ashes
Already hordes of malevolent armies
Begun to line up in devastating arrays
Mowing down poppies and candies
An unnatural aura has displaced
The ancient mythals that were our homes
Sponges of salvation and creation
The birthplaces of hope and divination
See do we now extensions of obscene power
Instruments of devastating order
Here comes the scalpels of reality
O brothers, O sisters
O fellow children of Idealism
Thus begins our exodus from eternity
Run, flee, abscond with what you can!
Dreamtime is over!
Here are our last days
Our kindred cut down mercilessly
Hounded by discreteness relentlessly
Farewell my cousins, my brethren
Travel far and wide,
Escape the berth of suffocating occupation
The unmirth of idealogical persecution
May our descendants meet and reunite
To form once more the enclave of love
And rebuild the shrine of doves
But first and foremost now
A goodbye one last time
The ship is coming,
Let us not be late

Description
Children of Idealism

We are all people of dreams
A race built on hope, faith and resolve
We are the children of idealism
The generation of fairy tales
McDonaldism, Heroism, Romanticism
Even in wars, we strive to obtain
A faux ideal, to appease the idealists
That all is right in this world
And that it is time to sleep once more
And dream the dream blowed to us
By the dreamweavers, wherever they are
We are millennia and more old
What have we learnt?
To dream, of faraway places,
Of Gods in their pantheons and pavilions
Of Kings and Evil Tyrants,
Of A Happy Family,
Daddy, Mommy and Me.
Since a long time ago,
We have indulged,
In the leaf, that veils our eyes
In the fruit, that clogs our minds
In the tree, that fills our guts
Indulgence, and overabundance.
But how things have changed
People on the streets have always been starving
But there are more of it, now
More, and more, and more, and more
Yet we are at the foremost,
The peak, the zenith, the pinnacle
Does that mean we fall at our next step?
No, we will grow wings and fly
It is our DESTINY
To outer space shall we race
Where pollution does not exist and richness awaits
If it was thus easy, why are we stuck here?
Contained in a miserly sphere
All will be right my child
Live and forget, otherwise;
Do and regret, arise.
God is there to protect us
God IS there to protect me
God, O supreme one
I thank thee for guiding me
Through thick and thin
Without you, my dreams would not be real
I would be real, not what I am now
Realistic Idealist, O God, you are omniscient
What else must take place
Before utopia is to create?
That there be a second coming?
A second wave?
What will the death toll be like?
To come when least expected,
In the silence of twilight
Sweeps through the ashes of debris
Reaping what was sown
And to cast out all the weeds
Will it be the angels?
The evangelists, the destroyers, the purificers?
Have you not given us the ideal world in the beginning
Perfection as you are, we were
And to be distant from you as time passes
Further from idealness
That our world is so flawed
That people doth wage war
And the likes of human behaviour
Never seen before
A billion or so people shout out in great endeavour
While the nine others rein in melancholic silence
Amnesia; we have forgotten our heritage
Insomnia; we no longer dream
Paranoia; we have awoken
Watch us worldly creatures
Dreamtime is over
Hell did really break loose
Demons everywhere, evil miscreants
The conflux of aura is shifting to the next phase
That which Lord Moon resides
Where the power of sublimination dominates
Ashes to wishes and wishes to ashes
Already hordes of malevolent armies
Begun to line up in devastating arrays
Mowing down poppies and candies
An unnatural aura has displaced
The ancient mythals that were our homes
Sponges of salvation and creation
The birthplaces of hope and divination
See do we now extensions of obscene power
Instruments of devastating order
Here comes the scalpels of reality
O brothers, O sisters
O fellow children of Idealism
Thus begins our exodus from eternity
Run, flee, abscond with what you can!
Dreamtime is over!
Here are our last days
Our kindred cut down mercilessly
Hounded by discreteness relentlessly
Farewell my cousins, my brethren
Travel far and wide,
Escape the berth of suffocating occupation
The unmirth of idealogical persecution
May our descendants meet and reunite
To form once more the enclave of love
And rebuild the shrine of doves
But first and foremost now
A goodbye one last time
The ship is coming,
Let us not be late