Don’t stop me. I’m dreaming.
We’ve lived bent over centuries of injustice.
Centuries of loneliness.
Now don’t. Don’t stop me.
Now and here and forever and ever and everywhere.
I dream of freedom…
I dream because I love.
Big dreams in the sky
Don’t ask. Don’t stop me.
It’s now to restore
the supreme act of moral right.
To make a poem of Life.
And Life into action.
It’s a dream that I can I can I can
I LOVE YOU
And you don’t stop me I don’t dream. I’m living.
I’m waiting! I’m waiting for those looks, those looks, those looks, those looks, those looks, those looks, those looks. Fearful faces behind the robes of blind justice. Sons and daughters – the genetic children of Themis – critics of justice, who steel their filth with the law of silence. And in their path, the fates of men dragging against the earth like a ragged rag.
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