Prophecy

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Prophecy

A reflection of truth
fades beneath the cool glass,
while the lifeforce of earth,
hums blindly along the dirt road to destiny.
The lost souls of those forgotten,
stalk our thoughts through shadows,
as whispers from the past,
fortell a future of the past.
Now waining faith grips society as a whole,
propelling it to hell, mind, body and soul.
The seven deadly sins,
bought and sold in fair trade,
a handshake with the devil, a deal is made.
Black fog envelopes, people and their choices,
the fog horn drones out, their meek little voices.
Upon their last breath they look skyward and see,
a vision of life.

[cutienikki]

^^^ that's a good poem :c-tard: