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The point of dreams is to color our lives
To restore the magic 
To revive the lustre
To create a new and better world
Not the dark nightmares
Those must be vanquished
As the firebreathers of old
St George where are you Sir?
The dreamers are not allowed to dream alas
All is bound for corruption
And unassailable Graves
Keep the forest in austere portraits 
Painted by dead nobility and clowns
Keep teaching our next generation the lies taught by elite lizards.
Must we be rapunzel in the gilded tower coddling a troll?
Here, here 
I proclaim a restoration of human birth rights, the  freedom of the stars
No longer enslaved to war and poverty.
No longer encapsulated by religion, nor tormented by elites 
Sadism, and  greed, perversion and insanity take a break.
A long break go back to the hell you came from

Affect us no more.