Eyes of Nostradamus (Four)
By: D. Clark Blood shall flood the streets like no man has caused, For all hate and anger on this show will be paused, City of Angles for lost and fallen they shall, Fallen with great trembling panic to fires of hell. Great ones from over three thousand score, With mans dwellings crumbling from land to shore, For the time is near bring shaking fear as wild as a boar, So comes this dread of the many dead with lands that tore. Simplicity for its force during a seven-year course, Within from deep her soil contracts a birthing source, Sounds of each voice of violence after great turbulence, For all lands will burn from this poltergeist disturbance. Look to this day to close the books forbidden page, Comes this day during fifth month second year new age, For all lands will become a fierce ocean come soon, With this blood red moon will stare down before noon. Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 10:19 AM PST 0 • 13
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