If you vended my dreams

A modest sum's all you'll make

If you bottled by screams

Your ears, they would ache

From my castle in Spain

I'll watch the sea grow fiery

Listen to the droplets of rain

And read the corpus in the friary

Fate's wounding at my heels

It's mordant cries, acerbic scorn

Narrating my ordeals

Up in Heaven, demons aborn

Shangri-la, the seventh heaven

Where a seraph gets their wings

The twelve disciples now eleven

Praise the one and only kings

An utopian dystopia

A heaven built within a hell

Assurance and myopia

With but one story left to tell

Rebellions and revolutions

Fought by ghosts and won by fire

Giants rout the lilliputians

Then the armies do retire

An endless state of stable anarchy

Of hearts breaking and never mending

Of saneness in reality

Rules are only made for bending