"The Wisdom within Screams of Portents," (Take Heed to the Urgency). "Ab Origine."

It seems as though, we've
all inherited Wrath, and have,
"Thrown caution to the wind,"

And disregarded our instinct of,

Wisdom

In this blasphemy we bathe, not
considering where the consequences
of our arrogance will lead

So now a feeling of portents is what
within us is warning us, to take heed
for what is on the horizon

Within we, it pleads...

"Awaken, awaken, and justify the path
you've taken; and if you cannot, then
return and renew the things you've lost,"

"If not then, there remains a summation;
a cessation of you that will not
forgotten, "Be soon,"

But the leaves are being scattered by the
winds, and, the trees are boughing
beneath the pressure of them that impose
self-aspirations with no knowledge on a,

Whim

Swim against the current and don't be
overcome by the insurgence that desires
to make of us all,

Subservient