My Friend the Prophet
Me and her just sat there talking
tired of all miles we've been walking
Just talking about life and our fears
Just talking about the coming years
She said she had the gift to see
and laughed and told me
There will be three dead men
in 1 days time
and following that
is the death of human kind
the donkey will fight the elephant
but to no surprise
It's soon to be the raven
who will come to rise
There will be blind men
spending deaf money
people will laugh at problems
they don't find funny
rivers of crimson
will flow through the streets
and trees will fall
like concrete
but most important of all
In the journey for one
many will become none
and all will be undone
So says Hope the Prophet
by
darksideofmeposted on 10/08/2008
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