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My Michael Jackson dreamMore Like This
I was dreaming of MJ last night.
I remember things very clear and by that I know where my thick, red eyes came from.
Suddenly I was somewhere with MJ. He just got back from rehearsing and he asked me to come to town to have a nice drink and chat together. He missed me and he wanted some distraction from all the stress from "This is it".
We agreed to meet at the rehearsal place at 10 pm. Though by the time I got there, no MJ.. As usual I understoot that he would be busy, so I took a seat on the bench infront of the intrance and lit a cigarette.
After 45 minutes and 4 more cigarettes, I heard a door open and before I could look who it was a
The ArchangelMore Like This
Michael was the angel from the heavens,
Sent to the earth with a soul full of sevens,
The seven letter names, the seventh little child,
A spirit that's so powerful, yet so humble and mild,
The archangel who taught the soldiers, and lead them to battle,
Against the monsters and beasts, and the demons and devils,
In the great mystery book, a vision was seen by Daniel,
That he would protect his special children and guide them with El,
They would do God's work and oppose those from hell,
To lead the great and glorious children of Israel,
So patient and merciful,
Thoughful and beautiful,
With sorrowful, poingant, and sensitive eyes,
T
Sta.sh
