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When ? When have you lost control done anything at all

How ? have you not seen your life slipping outta your hand

Down… Crawling in tears and blood, bathing yourself in dust

Standing in an Immaculate white robe

I scrutinize your veins

Comply with my nostrum, I shall have you detained

I am the harbinger of doom.

From your dreams I can read

all your sins and crime

Looking for the truth, no lie for once

Mental dysfunction, hormone addiction

Any substance abuse you get to reach peace, serenity, sit down !

Show me your arm I’ll hold it tight

Secondary effects – sense of detachment,

Inflated beliefs and random thoughts

Truth and justice then

Will soon resound with pain

The silence, confinement,

Smouldering resentment

Sift through the dross

Redeem your loss

I will show you how

The harbinger to follow

Take my hand

Standing in an Immaculate white robe

I scrutinize your veins

Comply with my nostrum, I shall have you detained.

I am the harbinger of doom.

The healer of thoughts

Soothsayer, call me seer

Harbinger of doom

Soothsayer, call me seer

harbinger of doom