What backwards logic is our world expressing,
A sceptic prophet among the faithful.
One with no truth in his eyes,
Just the knowledge of what's to come.
No desire to bring harm,
Yet the ability to bring the fall of a nation.
A prophet with no mind to faith,
A sceptic of spirit.
A prophet to contrast all others.
A cold heart to stand among the strong,
A warm heart to sympathize the downtrodden.
One who won't pick a side,
For the truth is a fickle thing.
A man with no training as a shepherd,
Trying his hand at herding sheep.
A meaning where there is none,
A meaning refused by one.
Prophecy is no trade,
It is a birthright.
In a world where birthright is a falsehood,
There is one.
Prophecy to know the worst,
And to see the best.
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PoesiaJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
