A Warning From The Prophet

-A Warning From The Prophet-
by
Keaton Foster



I am the prophet
Upon the dead I dare stand
Screaming it is I alone
That has become the true king
God above has no control
The devil below does not know
This world, the one pulled
Over all of your eyes
Belongs to me alone
I am the master of the day
And the guardian of the darkness
In my arsenal is every gruesome weapon
Meant to mane not kill those who oppose
Be sure not to find yourself of that distinction
You must do what you are told
You must do all that is said
Or else my hellishly afflicted friend
What I am capable of
Will become increasingly clear
You will suffer under my boot
Resting upon your throat
The pressure applied will not kill you
It will only remind you of who is in charge
And once you know that
Then one, some, maybe even a few of you
Will be selected and made examples of
You will be dragged through town
Hung up high by your feet
Your stomachs will be slit
Your insides will slowly pour out
You will scream for absolute mercy
There will be none
The show must go on
You will suffer so that others
So close to questioning my resolve
Will step back from the edge of their own doom
Once you expire, you will be cut down
The impact of you hitting the ground
Will no doubt cement the idea that I
A man with far greater plans
Am not one to be fucked with
Who am I exactly
I am the prophet
The man in the white house
The man behind the curtain
The man holding both the knife and the strings
I am in control
Power is my only drug and I am addicted
I am the prophet and there are no others
Before me this world was lost
And now this world is beyond salvation…





A Warning From The Prophet
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013