LORD ABRACADAMOS HIMSELF
Greetings, mortals and morons,
I, mighty Abracadamos, seer of all, knower of all, and teller of maybe 20%, welcome you. The future is bright; the future is dark. The future is a murky muddled mucked-up mess. Think on my words serenely: "Today was yesterday's tomorrow." See what I mean?
Step right up, earthlings and tourists. Here and now, for your unabashed edification and unspeakable joy, are my majestic prognostifuscations and amazing foreglimpses of wondrous things to come, delivered to you blithely and profusely with my world-renowned pomposity, poetic artistry, and ineffable pulchritude. Sounds not-half-shabby, huh?
Thus, behold your flaming future, as foretold by Lord Abracadamos the Magnificent, mysterious foreteller of truth, wisdom, and absurdity.
ABRACADAMOS PREDICTS . . .
Quatrain 1
The tenth month of awaiting, year of choice,
brings fire and smoke, bright death, torn screams and fears.
The people cry, "Help, save us, do it now!"
The jackal smiles, his secret plot well laid.
brings fire and smoke, bright death, torn screams and fears.
The people cry, "Help, save us, do it now!"
The jackal smiles, his secret plot well laid.
Quatrain 2
Let freedom ring, before they steal the bell.
The opposition moans and frowns but blinks.
The people blame the fools who tell the truth,
And in our darkest hour, the jackal smiles.
The opposition moans and frowns but blinks.
The people blame the fools who tell the truth,
And in our darkest hour, the jackal smiles.
Quatrain 3
"It's working," says the lord whose soul is rust,
"They fell for it again, the silly dolts!"
While in the course of sinister events,
inside our dying time, the jackal smiles.
"They fell for it again, the silly dolts!"
While in the course of sinister events,
inside our dying time, the jackal smiles.
Quatrain 4
Beyond the waterfalls, a mermaid sings:
The day for crying havoc has arrived.
Four guardians lock the gate; the people moan;
the joker counts the votes; the jackal laughs.
The day for crying havoc has arrived.
Four guardians lock the gate; the people moan;
the joker counts the votes; the jackal laughs.
Quatrain 5
Another bloody day divides the realm.
No heroes, only losers—that's the rub:
If only some brave jesus barked the truth.
Five score and four dissent: the jackal wins.
No heroes, only losers—that's the rub:
If only some brave jesus barked the truth.
Five score and four dissent: the jackal wins.
Quatrain 6
Once stood a shining city on the hill,
Before the rogues and bafflers took the helm.
"Can't happen here," some cry in half-belief:
The jackal stole the flame; the torch has died.
Before the rogues and bafflers took the helm.
"Can't happen here," some cry in half-belief:
The jackal stole the flame; the torch has died.
