Lived in this realm, one queen,
Who knew a lot about dolls.
She rose from the ashes of the old.
And the song sung nameless land.
She did not hear the wild doll
Their cries were worn under the dome
Constructed wind forgotten churches.
Their heart is not aware of a century of sorrow.
Soul is woven from the cold sheets.
Always indifferent, blind and "immortal"
Heavenly Paradise them down to the ground.
Heavenly happiness for the eyes imperceptibly.
But dolls die.
Their thoughts spew destruction,
when read by the true God will.
God that lives in our marvelous minds.
As faith in the dream, loneliness, fear.
But he who is a universe,
And erase it in not dispel the dust.