Death to the philosophy of hatred and fear. Give birth to a new age of love and respect of all people

The one from space who came to me in a waking dream (A bad poem)

She came to me in the middle of the night
And we danced around the room
the ethereal energy was in her bones
And she told me my trials were over

And then she wasn’t real
And then I thought, maybe I imagined her
And my religion sunk, and I was nothing
It was all a dream, the laughing time

But I am her now, and she is me
And where I go she follows
But her promises faded away
So where do I go now?

I’m lost in a sea of solemnity

This means nothing to anyone except me
It all means nothing to anyone except me