The Future's Edict

Gaining momentum of where violent winds blow a pursuit of perpetual mishaps took its toll cawing with ferocious hunger as to a crow on carcasses piling up, an answer on their call This affliction embedded, stalking from behind the creeps kept crawling with goose bumps entailing like a ride of your life but stepped brakes on a grind that climax ended, left no more but nothing Superstitions are chimes rustling across a mile like deafening echoes bouncing back and forth Esoteric rationale versed in a trial widely embraced by folks of corners to north Arrogant egos hiding in their own hard shell of traditions, so remote within a closed door up with towering walls, chants of an hexing spell blessed by hot scorches, the accursed emperor No plausible cure for this terminal illness Ignorance's the prophylactic for the masses like blood, it will circulate throughout our body all to become puppets, a total debauchery.