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The mind frame of a blind prophet,

Telling the future without seeing the past,

How does it feel from this side of the glass,

Took your senses and traded them for “gold”

Things time will steal as we all grow old,

Mental capacity overloading at its peak,

Six thousand lives lost, to make one new disease,

Foretold lies turning to be truth,

An old blind beggar passes as he begs for youth,

An off beat bum moves aside for a line,

As the mind frame of a blind prophet is lost in time.