I grieve over the loss that never came to be
To see the future and it taken away from me
Knowing that sinister voice whispering lies
You should know that he is the lord of flies

But what does that mean now that the end is near?
The world will tear itself apart by your worst fear
I am the type that will say, I told you so
Forever etched in the Universe in one go

But since I can see the past, present, and future
In one glimpse like an inkling from God I’m sure
The grim circumstance we find ourselves in
Is that the world is in a serious state of sin

The shift of power you allowed imbalances life
Now the poor are suffering the worst strife
The word I gave was clear
Love me, I am among the poor, dear