In the west, he, will make his gathering at the struck city.
Oh, proud one he will be, beloved of the Meridian's.
Under the keeper of the light all can see.
She, will enable his ruse and shelter those who know it.
Abandon the path of the new thinkers.
They rot at the root so the branch crumbles.
As the holy one is forgotten in celebration.
They klavern as they worship the beast.
Murderer, he sits with a mighty stature.
The many see only his deeds.
They know too late his truth.
Forsaken the world shall burn.
A liar, he pins insanity.
On a whim he makes, his, verses.
Disguising a blue tongue.
He, vomits forth a reckoning.
In the night it was born to man.
To ignite the fuel of unbalanced hate.
And knowing it for untruth they accept it nonetheless.
The God of their fathers is forbidden.
In a time not far beyond us.
The plot is spread by the sword.
A horde comes from the south and the east.
And the defender is besieged.
A vanquished foe emerges with fire on his blade.
His nostrils bellow sparks as if a blacksmiths anvil.
The warning is in vain.
No champion is found to oppose him.
The innocent are given to, Baal.
His new church rises across the Rhine.
The mistress of hell laps like a dog the filth of her vanity.
A sour people arise to spoil the Earth.
New knowledge of the ancient world extended comes to light.
The book holders contest it.
The proof that saves is hidden away.
They, lock it in a vault deep and tell no one.
The shining star is dimmed in the west.
The moon rises over the place where once there was hopefulness.
The sons of Ham eat the flesh of Japheth under the rule of Shem.
Chaos abides in the great land nine and eighty seasons.
The Bible is brought to trial.
The Sultan is among the judges.
The verdict make many wail in horror.
So begins the whole Earth to war.
The island kingdom falls to the demon it summoned.
In Egypt a figure of woe is seen.
Eastward a mighty wind rises.
Alas, no one is left there to read the signs.
The apple falls and makes a sane people hubric.
They trust not in the wisdom of the past.
By numbers they make of them selves new tellings.
The farce makes all of damnation smile.
In a whisper all ages are hushed.
The new man, marks, his powerful thoughts.
No one questions his truths.
Though his words are not new none can tell.
A prophet arisen is hounded for lies.
His, defenders are too few to prevent it.
They take him to the river to drown him.
He vanishes and they then believe.
The people wonder at the coming of others.
They land as a leaf fallen gently.
Not a person alive takes it for a warning.
Onlookers give glory to the planets and the stars.
She, slithers and licks the ears of all men of power.
Her cunning is in her waistcoat.
Her breasts are choice and do cause many to lust.
They forget she is of the Devil.
Times and half a time pass.
The serpents blood is revealed.
The many see no wrong.
Soon after the sun burns men aplenty to embers.
Simple thought is expunged.
The world closes her ears to reason.
She hears only the sound of her own voice.
There are none who remember logic.
A fountain is found to make the old young.
The young taste of it and do not age.
They delight in their fortunes in momentary bliss.
But the needy are scorned and trodden under them.
A cry issues from the darkness and, God, hears it.
His light comes back to those cowering in shadows.
New genius is born to the world.
They are confident in the jubilee.
In the return of the cross the moon is stricken from the high parapet.
Its star fades as the new Templar's take arms.
A tenth crusade takes the city of David from the children of his line.
The brutal demolish a once sacred portion with fire from the skies.
The new temple rises as the world seeks unity.
The sultanate recants its evils so its people might be cleansed.
All power rests in the hands of a few.
In pestilence, only one is left to lead.
From a goodly crown, he, rises like a dragon.
The nations bow low to the teacher.
He has much good to sew in the world.
They see too late his design.
A dark omen goes by unread at the feast of plenty.
The sullen one is revealed.
All kings kneel to his scepter.
The turmoil that begins pales all others.
Listening to: The storm outside...
Reading: The signs
Watching: A crystal ball
Playing: At conjuration