My Life In Your Hands

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, Thousands of thundering typhoons , All the prophecies of the oracle , & the sighing face of the moon , All sing sadly , All cry softly, In the favour of my doom . Oh, Man what have you done , Killed my future and even yours, prophecies may go & come , But still there are left hours , hours for the last sunset , hours for the last sunrise , but still much time is left to delay all those cries . You can delay my death , you can delay what you fear , you can extend your breath , by making everything as earlier. Oh , Man i beg you! beg you for your own life, bring back my hue , and put an end to this strife.