Apocalyptic Gibberish Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

A wine glass falls down and breaks with no sound;
Others that rest will burn down to the ground.
They will all shiver in the voice of the lies
And be taken aback by the bile of surprise.

A madman will shake all the canons away
And mockery monks will now start to pray.
They will take refuge in the enemy's den
And the story will start all over again.

A picture is drawn by the fingers of pain
With paints of man's actions and the brush of disdain.
All will bow down to the tyrant that's left
While dogs learn to stand and kids commit theft.

Poets write prophecies, it's ghosts who explain;
Death comes to those who think they are sane.
All will succumb to the laughter of cries
As the false yellow summer withers and dies.