By Adam Couture

History has prophesized the future

All the madness and worshipped fools

And hears your chaos humming

Charming mansions with empty pools

Selfsame little smiles and backs half turned

Sagacious lies lay kneeling

Fallen sons smug with despair

Sent off to quiet little wars

Eating out virgins with secular healing

Time is a holy number o World

It is best and ought remembered:

You’re not damned yet