Kind Of Nlp Poem by Madrason .

Boasting the obvious
mixed with sauces of Prophecy
showing the world as if caught by Oedipus
it sneezes and low and behold
await like calm breezes
what comes over them
one beside you sneezes to and again
the whole word freezes
a prophecy was not in vain
and since the algoworms are hungry
for a destined and sure destiny
they will first eat and than feed
unto us what might be. M


PS; Written from Plato's cave!