Things to come

A word of truth a time of pain
In a world where truth is disdained
Where real is fake and fake is real
A narrative to push and a soul to steal
A story retold from a time of old
Where a land returns to ice and cold
But not before our sins return
Where riots begin and cities do burn
Burn from a surprise to seal the fate
Of a time to end and an opening of a gate

Where many shall pass in a blink of an eye
By poisonous clouds and a fiery sky
The drums of war and the rage of man who didn’t hear
Who washed and drank in the blood for fear
To change the hearts in patriotic cry
For greatness and greed is but a lie
By the Biff, a Trumpet, of Janice that holds the key
Of war and peace for the world to see

A plague upon the world of man
To take a protein marker for those who could stand
An invisible persecution during a time of choice
Thinking salvation is near they will rejoice
To be deceived soon through miraculous feats
For their minds will bend by when the treatment meets
New technologies, new hope, by deceptive friends
A willing world on a false messiah that mends

A falsehood shall rise and sweep the land
Bended minds will not be able to stand
But before that time the earth shall shake
Marking a new time and a new world make
A flash, a change, and the skin shall shed
A new world of life and the other dead
A new world of resonance where peace shall reign
Where trauma and suffering will abstain
Where corruption of being shall be healed
Where the war gene removed and hearts be sealed

The earth shall shed its skin like a snake
All that remains is a shell for falsehood to take
A resonate field in a time of rebirth
A choice to make for what it’s worth
The illusion of polarity in these dreams
In a world where nothing is as it seems

A time to tell when the earth does shake
Rocks do fall and waves do take
Choices made and paths to walk
Lines do change and stones do talk
A flash upon the world to meet
A new way of life for few to greet
Religion, belief, understanding do collide
With the changing of hearts and tide
Resonance, harmonics, and listening dreams
A plasma wave to tear reality at the seams

Stars do speak and waters quiver
Volcanoes talk and trees do shiver
Wind does whisper and few hearts do hear
A harvest has arrived and the time draws near
Will many believe we are nearly done?
A shell to be reset soon after by the sun
The tape runs out and the world does pass
But the words of love will forever last
Marking a time of beginnings and of ends
That love and peace is what really mends