Reflections in a stagnant pool

Scrying the future in fetid black water

the smell of humanity is there

abominations to behold and puzzle over

for they are the works of their breed

the blackness is the color of their deeds



they shall cry in vain when they learn

what they had done to themselves

to their future, to their world

the blue djin has been released

from its prison, to seek its vengence



and nothing can make it go away,

nothing can be made right again,

and there is nowhere to hide.

Scrying the future in a stagnant pool,

the future is what it is,

for it is written, so shall it be.

Samael Wolf

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