dear soothsayer

  Tell me of the future
The bleak picture of our next days
Shrouded in arrogance and false hope
 Tell me of tomorrow
The time of day twenty four hours from now
When the sun should be out
But all that comes is a prolonged night
For my sight has been lost

 Tell me about judgement day
Just who will be lifted
And who shall perish?
For the bible clearly states
"We are born sinners"
 Tell me about the seven horsemen
The surefire signs that it's the end of our time
Or at least tell me....
Is it all an orchestrated lie?

To sit and watch the world burn
Void of life, and cease to turn
The beauty in anti-everything
Desolation is the everlasting
And it will be beautiful
Glorious