The ground
Is covered in fresh blood
As it flows from the head
Of the foreseer

The shooters
Wanted silence in his lips
That now quiver while still
Losing its strength

No remorse
Is given to the lose
As arrogance covers the mess
Left by the blind

Days pass
Truth is revealed
The foreseer was right
But acknowledged by none

The shooters
Weep without end
Feeling pain times 10
Of what they have dealt

The Messenger
Forgotten in time
But reviewed by some
Yet still ignored by the blind

All of this
Because of lack of judgement
All of this
When they shot the Messenger