Torn in futility, and dried in dust
He was thrown on the busiest square of city
Dancing mob drenched in blood;
Spilling the red, their beast mouths
Singing and celebrating and dancing in lust
It was downfall of the Clairvoyant.
Ruin of his fate, he already had seen
Like his prediction never proven a false
Heavens were mourning on the death of their son
Auspiciousness scared, hidden in a corner
Afraid of horrific laugh sounds of the Evil
It was downfall of the Clairvoyant.
They cut the seer into pieces with the saw,
And thrust him in chest with shrill spears
Dragged him by rope to the square of the city
And purified the prophet in the rain of finest wine.
The Clairvoyant was brought to downfall
And then he died with a smile on lips
Because he just had seen his last prediction.
March, 2012
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