Nostradamus Principals

Dark clouds gather where Nostradamus principals spin the axis of time. There is no tomorrow here where nightmares co-exist in the power plays of the unfortunates, only fate spun out in yard-lengths of misery and hopelessness woven in shades of gray and gossamer. Fairytales told to us to keep us still and unknowing, distractions, distortions self medicated with shopping malls and fantasy we obey. Armageddon, we await your rescue. Purge us of persecution and prison cells and the bathroom stalls of factory lifetimes, save us from boredom and mediocrity show us that there is something bigger than they....are. Save us from what we have made of ourselves. Implosion of ideals re-seeding the universe in the springtime of existence.