The Prophet

Darkness proned to inhilliation vanquished in the peril degrade Silenced from the rescue that comes out of strict obedience to the law The Prophet Shadows proned in colors of temptess silence Sorcerer's in exposed delusion in thwart its interlude Gone are the days in blackened haze when evil men in dark illusion Silence as in an excerpt after the fall to pick up the pieces The creative paralysis has extended her fist This must mean some substantial new twist In the rescue through the pivotal trial to unlock the door The Prophet In total darkness till he continues no more To help fight back fear in torn desolation from its radicals oblivion The Prophet continues to speak In common apartheld look dull from its excursion In commonly attributes & dull relapse The Prophet A rise in the common man to withstand justification