Shame Glory, What Is The Form Of What Is To Come Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

im a prophet so i know what is to come

so im two steps ahead of you
so i know how things should be

so hold my hand and let me guide you through the cosmos, astarte has strickt confidence in me, as we travel through andromeda

enjoying the sights

love makes us strong and happy, and fills us withgratitude and glory

which we give away to these who love us

Trust me trust my hands as i compose the requiem, and take you by the hand to the feast

i get the whole masterpiece

that renders the present a fait acompli

i know what you dont know

I know that birds in the sky sing as they fly and love each other and prepare a warm nest for the young