Do you know Robert Cosmar? If so, it’s a shame.
I assume that this messenger knows where it hurts…
Deep within every fiber connecting the heart
To some semblance of order. Why would one take part
In the dredging up evil. His forecast diverts
Any hope of relief that things won’t stay the same.
I’m an old fart myself, but I don’t fuck the stars
Into finding sick patters to highlight, then spew
What’s been found to the scum who would give one applause.
Any craft that predicts dissolution of laws
Is a barrel of bitchcraft. Yet, it’s nothing new.
Keep that shit to yourself, dude! I have enough scars.
Gather ‘round by the camp fire and hear grandpa speak
Of this beautiful science and elegant art.
What he says may upset you if you hope for change
But if you’re a sick bastard his words aren’t so strange.
He has some information, but he’s not that smart.
We The People have Free Will to Change what is bleak.