A doomed vision of a man's future life in this world and the nearing reality of Earth, condemned by the sin of mankind.
Like I had envisioned in my apparition,
out of an angel's holy intuition,
a dreaded life yet to come about
from a place of wicked shout
and a shadow rout.
It came to me like a thing from God,
a thing I saw and very odd,
of the face of our's, so truely dark
from the blessed children of the Ark,
a retched sin I'd hate, by eye, to mark.
A perception of a future's new,
oh how my fathers surely knew
the dear conclusion of only few,
a fallen earth I will come to view.
The Beast had made his swift approach,
and like the wolf could go enroach,
with his cage of fangs a sheep he'll poach
the wicked soul of every roach.
Oh how could they bare to pray to God,
who shall smite every evil fraud.