(Context: this was inspired by a dream)
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A strange feeling I have never felt,
True love I only had when dreamt.
It was then I knew,
My desolate purpose.
Sometimes I think for it I only care,
An empire I will build for her.
Cured momentarily,
Of eternal solitude.
Skipping life, I've mostly philosophized.
Little experience, only wisdom I strived.
Then the Roman Minerva,
In my, unconciousness.
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
I was hugged,
By the Roman Goddess.
And in her arms,
Her love to me confessed.
In my distance,
From true women's behalf.
Chosen, against my will.
Any other feature,
I feel compelled to kill.
I am a philosopher,
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
My loneliness is insufferable,
But that dream makes it bearable,
Yes, I know it was a fantasy,
But it felt more concrete than reality.
Greater than any presence I had.
...
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
(Certain duties, forever on board..)
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
(Tenacity, spanning..)
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
(A life of denial..)
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Minerva's realization.
(It's simply why I will..)
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
(Be king undisputed...)
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Her Highness' realization.
(Respected, saluted...)
Sometimes I think, there is little,
To no escape.
(Never be seen, for the dark, I'm inside...)
My life is a one-way-ticket,
To Her Highness' realization.
(Being truly loved is privilage).
