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.
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