The men of action dream the most
Due to illness and widespread beliefs.
The perfect dream carries on
Feeding me well inside the night.
We must pursue the dreams
So uniformly experienced,
So wonderfully collected
By the brain of power and might.
Friends accuse their friends of homicide
When dreams walk and run towards you,
Houses stand firm like a form or idea
Erupting like Mount Vesuvius.
To be afraid you must create hurt for those
Whose religion stated their forbidden quality.
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