The Prophecy of Heretics
The heretics who walk in the day,
Hiding behind a mask smiling,
With an evil face knowing,
Of what is yet to come.
We are all rats in a maze,
Looking for a way out.
We cannot make out any sense,
Of these ideas they have.
This strange phenomenon is a curse.
The Earth swallows up the Moon.
No light, no truth, no reality,
As if in a dream where we all hostages,
At their mercy thinking they,
Will hide the light from our eyes.
But the moon is our guide,
Which has been ripped from our existence.
We pray to the gods for intervention,
Then the moon hears our prayers,
That there is an inner war,
Between the earth and moon.
Angels begin to emerge giving,
Light over evil once again.
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