CHRONICLE OF DEATH FORETOLD,,,
Early as the morning dew,
The king’s trumpet blew,
Casting to every crew,
Spreading through every hamlet,
Sermonizing stalls of market,
All tasting from the goblet.
Few ears heavy,
Few hearts weary,
Majority continue in their merry
Just like in the days of Noah,
I hear a loud roar,
Clashes of lightening and thunder.
Hades is set to let loose,
On those who refuse,
The mark of this beast,
Their souls transformed to a feast,
For vipers and vultures,
For ungodly deadly creatures.
The end is near,
Shorter than the span of a year,
A monster is approaching!
A junta is returning !!!!!
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