Warning

Warning! I remember I was asking why, and someday you said I'd know. All these years of fighting hard and now it's finally come too close. I can't believe it's now happening to me, now couldn't it wait a few hundred years. Destiny can't rest you see, now it's time, a time to cry your tears. Now cry! The child of centuries forgotten in time, you talk in circles of rhyme. Seer of places future and past, the warning you gave us is surely our last. Warning... Behold the child, his pointing hand when it's raised in solemn grace, his eyes once wide with learning wonder now leave stains, stains upon his face. Now see the hands of the working man, he's leaning back, back against the wall. Once busy hands are idle now, standing ready, ready for the fall! Our fall! The signs will come as days pass by for those that claim to see. The blind will stay, not choosing to die, not believing the visions I've seen. Warning...