gaze into the crystal sphere, futures form and disappear.
drift into the psychic sea, contains your pain, redeems your dreams.
collected by the ones that hold, the prophecy that's been foretold.
your fate is theirs, your mind's controlled, they hold dominion of your soul.

omniscient though without self sight, they prophets fall before they might.
stricken by apostacy, are rivers damned before the sea.
people weep in mortal fear, with word unwrit the end draws near.
but as was spoke and so shall be, you cannot kill the prophecy.

waves wash over me, and though the colours may bleed,
we all run to the sea. estuaries.
i submit to the tide, for all of us must die,
our eyes fixed to the sky, the prophet will rise.
in time the levy will break, the sleeping souls will awake,
and yield to fingers that rake.
we follow back to the ceraf, for no autumn may last,
we've done what we were tasked.
The prophets will rise.

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