The Prophecy

The Prophecy

The strings controlled by fate entangled..
Sorrowful destinies of extinguished fires..
Angels with bloodied, rotten claws..
Sinister, playing the pulchritudinous lyre..

The deluded wait for their fallacious salvation..
Of events serendipitous, plagued by superstition..
The Earth weeps her blood in shame..
Atrophied by her child's indignation..

Blame the man who took it all away!!..
The capricious, avaricious antics of a liar..
The clouds, dark and dismal, cover..
Scent of rust in the sky's desires..

The vagrant sacrificed as the required price..
The reaper reaps the seeds he sowed..
While the king enjoys the pleasures of his vice..
The unrest bred by his lies avowed..

The chalices of elixirs enticed the layman..
To host farces aggrandized by decrepit masquerades..
But the kings shall be vanquished by the Aces and Jacks..
As the diamonds fall to clubs, hearts worst the spades..

The gamble of Gods, a tempestuous squall..
Shall, one day, rip apart the jaded foundations..
The charlatan, from his glory, shall fall..
Lost to the bluffs of a compulsive gambler..

The wheel of time shall reset the pace..
What once was will come to pass anew..
The specks of dirt shall return to Earth..
As the breath will come to a halt too soon..