A mystical passage in a dream far away 

Perhaps deeply embedded in the Milky Way 

Rather than leave some spirits choose to stay 

You can hear them whisper from places cold and gray,

Lay with me just lay

On these sheets where the nocturnal shadows play 

Stay with me just stay

Remember God made Adam from celestial clay,

Tomorrow will be another day

People will say what they will say

The afflicted will continue to pray

The government will leave the people in dismay,

Those who took their lives

Unable to deal with a world of resistance and knives

Could never understand why they couldn’t thrive

While the rest of us mourn and go on to survive,

Many of you will be missed

Who by the angel of death have been kissed

Their tombstones stand in silence of the mist

Will do no good for you to shake your fist,

My deceased son spoke like Nostradamus in my dream

Although somehow demonic it seemed

Yet, somehow I didn’t scream

Nothing anymore is how it seems,

Predictions from the grave

Will neither comfort or will they save

The loss of loved ones leaves pain that is engraved

In the hearts of those on an uncertain road that’s unpaved,

You awakened me from a fitful sleep

On a slippery slope that was way too steep

To dabble in the spirt realm a little too deep

My child, this is one ethereal promise I cannot keep.