Prophecy

I can see clearly now, a painful vision indeed, an attack on hallowed ground from high above. Alien to us the species known as man, a serious threat in the eyes of the Elder. So heed my warning before our own existence falls near extinct. Our culture is lost in ancient mystery, covered in the sands of time. A sacred few survive the massacre this night, in secret they will meet a new society. Ten thousand years from now a child will be born. I've seen the vision, the writing on the wall. He'll walk the Earth two thousand years or more, paving the way for mankind's fall. So there is hope you see but we must act with great speed. Assemble the chosen, the ones to lead, and morph them in the likeness of man. Oppressed for centuries, await the prophecy. The child will set us free, reclaim it rightfully. We'll take their identity and live among them free, all the while plotting events that mold their history. We'll build the perfect beast with the knowledge that they seek, if it takes ten thousand years we never will retreat. Assassins we will be through human history. Jesus Christ to Kennedy, the Domino Decree. Disciples of the Watch prepare the coming curse, if it takes ten thousand years we never will retreat. And so our world is doomed, we'll lay claim again some day. There is hope in the birth of one so many centuries away.