Nostradumass worked overtime to bring you his prophecies. Readers beware.
Quatrain I
The Sun, a serpent, sheds its fiery tears, Upon the land of eagles, where freedom fears.
A voice from shadows, whispers of deceit, Dividing nations, bitter seeds to sow.
Quatrain Il
The Titan slumbers, but tremors stir the ground, Where ancient giants, deep beneath are found.
The waters rise, a vengeful, icy hand, Submerging cities, across the sinking land.
Quatrain III
The winged messenger, falters in its flight, Lost in the ether, vanishing from sight.
A silence descends, a chilling, empty space, Where whispers of secrets, leave no human trace.
Quatrain IV
The harvest withers, the soil parched and dry, As the heavens weep, with tears that never lie.
The children hunger, while the coffers overflow, A cruel division, where the innocent must go.
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