But the world has moved on, forgotten time
Lost purpose, nothing more sublime
A world of mockers, the truly blind
To whom visions of hell have become but a punch line
Capacity...
Prophesy to your own dry bones, you seer of old
The world continues to fall
Cascading through the deterioration of time
Are you its witness?
Are you its impotent spectator?
Knowledge without action is worthless
Knowledge for knowledge sake is devoid of purpose and meaning
For what were you brought to this moment for?
Certainly not to stand idly by as the world passes on, passes you by
What is the capacity contained within your prophecy?
