Do not listen
to my words
or
riotous prophecies
of a world on fire
I am
the son of Cassandra,
a shining bird
not to be believed
If I am to tell you that I
see the monsters of our
suppressed dreams
come to bathe us
in flame
Heed not a word
of it
For the gods have
declared me a liar
and I am not allowed
to tell the truth
Only to give short
flights of fancy
with which
you may entertain
yourself
If I am to tell you that I
see the worlds cities
in peace - Prepare for
the worst
For I am the son
of Cassandra,
a shining bird
not to be believed
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Do not listen
to my words
or
riotous prophecies
of a world on fire
I am
the son of Cassandra,
a shining bird
not to be believed
If I am to tell you that I
see the monsters of our
suppressed dreams
come to bathe us
in flame
Heed not a word
of it
For the gods have
declared me a liar
and I am not allowed
to tell the truth
Only to give short
flights of fancy
with which
you may entertain
yourself
If I am to tell you that I
see the worlds cities
in peace - Prepare for
the worst
For I am the son
of Cassandra,
a shining bird
not to be believed
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