Megalomania

Unplanned, unexplainable dreaming while constantly awake

And scheming. To take over all that was

And that will be.

For if I could run to earth and my delusions parry,

Then I know I would not tarry

In this position unfree.

 

Oh hateful, hated, spiteful dream,

Go back to the wicked heart which spawned you.

Let me live in happiness and silence

Where I have not to wish unborn you.

 

What I would want, all for which I can gain

To power then I give victim again

Myself. Why does chaos choose my mind

To play her wicked games of hide

And seek?

The End

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