The Prophets

On the stone words are carved;
The words of the ancients of our time.
Fading away as the weather comes;
Whipping away the ancient’s rhyme.

The truth and the lies;
Combined to make the future.
Foretold by those of the past;
The path of the human, creature.

“A mass of strength and ignorance;
Multiplying year by year.
Raping the Earth of all it carries;
And drinking from its tears.

Killing those who dare defy;
A swift movement of their blade.
Taking no time to stop and think;
Life is too short, to stop is to fade.

Creating things not meant to be made;
Reading too far in to what should not be read.
The destruction of Earth in which they make;
Behind the machine that spins prophecies thread.”