Nostradamian Massacre

As the morning reached its peak
the angel of poetitude rised
the message must be given
clear and ductile to the world

It can't be sacrificed
for nothing and noone
sadly, its hard to believe
in things that never change

A Nostradamian prophecy
revolutionized in my mind
Seldom do we speak of life
Seldom do we hope of hope

"When twenty years of the Moon's reign shall pass,
Seven thousand more its monarchy shall hold
When the Sun has reclaimed its days left
Then shall my prophecy come true"

It's in our blood...