A Simple Prophecy...

In the inner sanctum, beneath the dreaded visage. Lies the telling of the coming of the one. The one to bring order to the chaos. The one who will restore sanity were there is none. Do you call my name? Do I hear you beg? I can't see you anymore. So if your calling for salvation, speak louder for he is the resounding voice that I hear, liking it or not. I will not be broken again, I swear it. It is the first thing on my mind. Whether or not he put it there I do not know. All I do know is that he is watching and waiting, and speaking. First thing when I wake and last thing I hear when I sleep, and even then in my dreams. Speaking his own prophecies that will all come to pass. For they all have so far. The separation of the filth, the cataclysm, and fall of the un-guided angel, the deception and betrayal. And last but not least he foresaw the devil's coming and how to keep calling his bluff. For the servants of the vile one are many, and his tricks and even more so. I must stay strong and await the becoming. Stay vigilant and not straying from the path, for peace will come. I can merely dream and let the very image wash over me like a cool breeze. Now I lay my head down to sleep, and pray the lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, pray the lord my soul to take. And if no soul to be found, search and search for your lost sheep, for he is wanting nothing more than to be once again in your sight, take him from the wolves and keep him safe. He has had his fill of the wolves and thorns, whether they be in sheep's clothing or not. Silent nights for the rest of my life, holy water in my hands can never wash away my sins. I paid for them in blood and flesh, like the lord almighty, I suffered but for what? Only one knows of those words, and it is him that has turned a blind eye shut his ears to my strife, I only wish to be there back again when it is over. Which may be soon, I can't hold out forever, the wolves are ever growing, ever watching....