Dedicated to all of you, my fellow prophets….
Words were written on the walls,
Interpreted by each and in their own way,
The writers became the prophets,
Foretelling of the visions,
What you choose to do with them,
Time for you to have your own say.
The Eloi dance in succession,
While the Morlocks pull the strings,
The words continually written on the walls,
How they speak the truth,
Words so sharp like scissors,
That cut the strings away.
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