What if a prophet,
Never did tell? T’was a message unheard of, So blood-curdling, you yell, At the top of your lungs, Hopelessly unheard. The ignorant ignore you. The wise watch a bird. The bird, a distraction, Smirks sneakily. Your message still buried. No chance to speak of thee. While the message dies with you, Despair settles in. That spear we call home, No longer shall spin.
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