The Future's Edict
Gaining momentum of where violent winds blow
a pursuit of perpetual mishaps took its toll
cawing with ferocious hunger as to a crow
on carcasses piling up, an answer on their call
This affliction embedded, stalking from behind
the creeps kept crawling with goose bumps entailing
like a ride of your life but stepped brakes on a grind
that climax ended, left no more but nothing
Superstitions are chimes rustling across a mile
like deafening echoes bouncing back and forth
Esoteric rationale versed in a trial
widely embraced by folks of corners to north
Arrogant egos hiding in their own hard shell
of traditions, so remote within a closed door
up with towering walls, chants of an hexing spell
blessed by hot scorches, the accursed emperor
No plausible cure for this terminal illness
Ignorance's the prophylactic for the masses
like blood, it will circulate throughout our body
all to become puppets, a total debauchery.
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