The Future

There's a story being told,
A chronicle of a dark tales & lies,
In this gloomy uncertain world,
Rooted with evil and blood,

The outbreak of a disease,
A calamity scattered everywhere,
Engaging our values in destruction,
Along with our paper thin faith,

Pushed to the valley of death,
The battlefield is a cruel place,
Holding onto this epidermic misery,
Not knowing when you're done for,

I see the angels fallen from sky,
And the devils cries fearfully,
Smooth sailing life could be,
Down to hell the second after,

Predictions are risky myths,
If you hold the key to tomorrow,
You'll never be where you were,
When you could be what you are.