Dead Mans Fate Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

When the prophet dies, does the future he predicted die with him?
Or live on through our finger and tongues.
A choice made, how do we do we really know if it was mistake with no guidance.
A leaderless fortune.
A mystery of the deep.
Interpretation with our eyes we seek.
If we can only understand maybe we can also change it.
A disruption in fate.
Creating a chosen destiny.
We are the ones alive even if it seems like the words are.
Following a belief blindly is the mistake of our past.
We must move forward and do it fast.