Prophecy
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He wants the one whose Whistle blew,To lynch him and to beat him blue. The donald never stops to think,He neither reads & has no Clue. His Fall will come and Soon and Swift. We will soon have a Seismic Shift.The donald then, will be exposed,He
Listen, The world thunders as the end approaches. It is heading our way. All things above and below voice our hallowed name: Destruction.
Darkness...
Endlessly it spills into eternity.
That primal void of light was a screen across the sky.
And it was...
But yet it was not.
How long is the road I travel on?
How many more ruts,
diversions,
rocks?
I love the view but
my caravan is drifting.
Falling apart at the seams,
all the gypsies are gone
Four Angels stood fast
Heeding, waiting for the sound of the blast
Their power so mighty even demons fear
Their daunting presence treading near
The day the month the year has been set
