Prophesize

The sun, the moon, the beautiful sky
in no way reflects my deviled eyes.

I wait and wait, until it's done
what beautiful motions, what terrifying light.

It rains and rains
but won't get wet.

We cry and cry,
with immense regret.

What happened to those days
when the sun would set?

Now stands a cloud of smoke,
red purple mountain majestic death threat.

Here we are with nothing to lose
the green grass slowly turns.

The milk curdled over night,
the glitter from our pours disintegrated.

What mortal fight is alright
can become the ultimate retreat.

The wonder of this world,
the everlasting regret
becomes the present
the present folds into the past.

With one breath
one blow
dust will cover the earth
everyone will be silent
marveled,
malignant
magnified
and
magnificent.