Crystal Ball
If only my crystal ball told me where I would be?
Swarovski would pull his hair out, why he sold the piece?
Stoned fortune tellers, would undoubtedly loose their sleep;
While the tarot readers, will close shop learning to weep.
Was I the madman holding a live bomb where would you be?
Hide under the thick table to protect yourself from me?
The way our globe ticks away how long can we believe;
For mankind suffers in hope as the earth turns to relive.
To be or not to be, surely we see within;
Death mocks us daily, and we easily rest and grin.
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