Presentiment

 
Oh crystal ball
why didn't you shine for me
why didn't you let me see

the tale unfolds in the dark
there was a boom and then a spark
i don't know what i heard after
but I'm pretty sure, it was laughter

stumbling thru the black
knowing I'm under some sort of attack
confusion for I truly don't know where i might be
and I'm feeling all types of everything

trying to think where i last was
but it remains a fuzz
this might be a dream
but the vibe, it's to extreme

i try to feel around
i listen for any sound
nothing
then, something

a light comes on
everything is so bright its like dawn
there's a table and a TV
oh fuck, where could i be

then a man walks in carrying a tray
I'm silent and he's staring at me in a strange way
he comes closer to my face
he grabs it, and asks what i did to get to this place

tears boil up in my eyes
honestly i have no reply
he shambles back towards the tray
he turns around, again staring in a strange way

my mind is unable to grasp whats is happening
I'm having a hard time adapting
the man sits Indian style on the floor
he raises his hand, and out pops a door

i tremble and I'm pulled magically to my feet
he tells me to go thru then have a seat
i try to resist but i cant
he says he's sorry, but he must enchant

the door leads to a purple chair
I'm alone no one else is there
a chirping sound comes from behind
then voice whispers in my ear, what did you do to mankind

my eyes start to water and my throat gets dry
the voice asks if i was prepared to die
that's when it all made sense
then the voice yells, are you ready for the dream sequence

the purple chair grabs me tight
the voice whispers it will be all right
my stomach turns
the chair starts to spin, and everything begins to burn

the laughter i heard earlier pounds thru my head
i hear children chanting i have feelings of dread
the laughter fades to a dull screech
the chair stops spinning, then a mighty voice begins a speech

the one who orates
speaks his mind and speaks of hate
he screams my name
he giggles, and says I'm to blame

all hells are personal and this is yours
the voice yells and it roars
fate is a funny thing
it gets you unexpectedly