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The Prophecy

The Prophecy


As I closed by eyes that night,

I took a voyage through the sea.


He showed me worlds we've yet to know.

He showed me things still yet to be.


In spirit form, descending depths,

I traveled through the outer core,

where liquid iron and nickel flowed

and generations were no more.


Onward to the inner core,

without a doubt completely solid,

I sat upon majestic thrones of iron.


From the center of the earth,

I witnessed sights beknown to none,

as images of things to come flashed by me.


I viewed previous centuries,

held burning embers in my hand.

I saw fire and I saw ash

and inhumanity to man.


I saw the hungry and the meek,

I saw the poor and up ahead

I saw the crippled and the deaf,

I saw the blind and countless dead.


Ascending from the inner earth,

I slowly turned to see our fate,

and there I read the words of doom

inscribed upon a writing slate.


'It's far too late to change the course,

you've lived without a moral creed,

destruction is the price you'll pay'

and etched in stone the word was "greed."

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