Prophecy, Rhyme and Truth
Prophets speak the truth,
And they speak in rhyme.
People find that truth,
When they feel that rhyme.
The epistemology,
Of our postmodernity?
Shouting into the dark void,
Brings solace to the annoyed.
And what do we do...
The enlightened few...
When shouting masses
Drown out what is true?
If what they find doesn't rhyme?
How much should we give in time...
Until we force compliance...
And stifle their defiance?
Ah, but who are the prophets?
And what does it mean to rhyme?
And to be in our own time?
And about prophets’ regrets?
Too much to say...
Too much in the way...
Too many ways to rhyme...
And way too little time...
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