The
prophecy is on its way
The
porridge boiling hot and starchy
Once
the falling in it will be hard to get out
Like
the quick sand it will take its nutrients
The
last of its reign
The
many troubles come into play
The
woes of the people
There
will be no ending in sight
Until
the day we change our direction
Every
bit now will tell the fall
It is
coming down at the corner
The
prophecy is on its way
The
mirror of reflections
The
crumbling down of justice
But
the greedy and corrupted don't see
The
chords changing into the final melody
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