The Nostradamus Affliction
The curtains have been raised...the state has been set long before...the wrongdoers will always prevail so says he,
But for a short time only however...dynasties rising and falling...empires created and diminished...pitfalls for all,
And so it goes that the eagles symbols would be raised high in the sky...emperors and dictators created with world hunger,
The end of the world doesn't come without consequence of emotional turmoil...the demon's unleashed a sight for no man,
It's name be Napoleon...no Hitler...will we ever really know...their names skewered over the centuries past,
Middle age comforts of candlelight ink with papyrus backdrop...oh how the stars do shine on the world...letting us know,
Which monstrosities are which...the fallen practice of oracle soothsaying...medical witchcraft and herbal comas,
Although this is that...up is down...left is permeably right...the path is straight and narrow...or maybe it isn't,
Does it not take a sudden turn...a twist in the plot that an individual gains from the outsiders perspective...Nostradamus.
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- Drops of Rain
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