The Dreamer - Poem by Satan's Sibling
The Dreamer lies asleep,
In his bed of dreams.
His mind always closed,
To the awakened, it seems.
A fly buzzes past,
The dreamer now stirs.
He rests again until,
It is is lifted, the curse.
So spare a thought for the dreamer,
And with it a life.
Wasting away to nothing,
Putting itself in strife.
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