They had waited in ill conception upon the
reality of man, between the moment this was
but a flicker in the eternal motions of what waited
eons for it unwitting birth of perpetual existence.

But where there in metaphorical thoughts urges
the reality of thought into eventual birth. And it
tasted upon existence and succumb to it taste and
wished to depart more on its hungered birth,

The signs had fallen upon the calendar of mans
folly, where there  had been no relevance now
conjectured thought had birthed it into place.

Like an egg it hatched upon the civilization of mans
wanting of retribution. All ill conceived musing
now given an illegitimate form of what feel on the 13th

13th moment of mans fall of what was meant as luck
now befalling into disrepute. Now given the day of
mans weakness upon its self wheres its weaknees falls short.

Feed me glutton upon the stupidness of mans folly and reap
the seeds sown in tempestuous ignorance and on this day the
worst tiding will fall on the many now called man.