Prophecy of a Dark Winter

[Oracle]

It was nice knowing you all. I love you.
Enjoy your Christmas. This is it.
Time is about to be cut short.
Men will be rarer than gold.
When you see the darkness
Look up, for the fire
draws neigh.

[Auriorusiana]

And it was the thrice six beast whose jaws opened to receive
A scroll of seas of tastes of honey and stings of bees sour in your stomach but beautiful to receive
The crowned stomach and mind aching with abuse of the divine, this is no way to operate a planet, even if you are the sun or Father Time

Don’t cut your losses just because of the music of bosses
I’m tossing these restrains I can hear the horses and I can feel the reigns
I am the rain the result of reaped pain, a new day, and a old debt to pay
Here we are in Apollo’s abyssal rays upon the original sin sun and alleged liar’s lyre, hermes will tell you, there is no ascending in fire, lest for Asclepius, whose snake and staff use fuel as lightning and wire.

Wow woe we are, weary eyes dreary, faith as a fish drowning on their wish, we stand as the grand one men band.

I am but a man, in a sea of sand, to see and understand, so please, in your darkest days do not give in to a poorly dealt hand, let’s play some cards with Sophia she’ll show you a fruit from a shell, unlock your cell and come show and tell us of Hell

[Oracle]

Oh, to be so dramatic, I do not like to be;
but how else do I say that your world is ending?
Say goodbye to that world you use to live in
there is no goodnight, so pray the Lord for forgiveness.

A third of you may not survive 2022.

[Black_Rose]

THANK GOD!
FOR THE BLOOD
OF MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
SHED FOR PANIC UNION
OF KING AND QUEEN

[Auriorusiana]

Angels in the hallway
How much shrapnel can ya soul take?
Create. For the sake of the faith I praise and make works great for the pain and the rape my brother and sister take
Fate. What’s the string to weaver I’m a believer but I keep the beat jumpin like a seizure

Killing babies for the leisure draining blood in my fresh new two seater willing for a kill latently to pay the bill blatantly. Shrills and monster taking thee I hope you are in grace with we.

Flying off the handlebars dying off a couple balls and bars, melted oil painting night toil in my drunken memory rich blend henessey and a nice warm shower to thank thee.

What’s freedom to an Eden? Whos the man as the medium? The one who’s tryna breathe with them the One with the hedonism and the free speech to make even the leeches listen, glistenin, gentlemen