Ghost: The Time has Come

A blanket of time

covers our eyes.

Fire rains down from the sky

and water grows from salt.

We have shifted.

Fallen. Fast and deep into


save for imaginary realities.

Prophecies untold, broken and forseen

unravel the threads of our blindness.

In the dark stars have learned 

to shine.

In the light evil has hidden.

Backwards is up

and down is out.

Get ready because fate has

many plans in store.

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