The end of all things

 

Freshly paved streets, maroon brick crosswalks 

Across charcoal roads witness the oracle 

Prognosticator prognosticating a prognosis, loss talks

to him from the future, the shortening absence, coracles

 

Combustion paddled up and down tar rivers

Big cash currents coming to rinse denizens

down septic drains. Alcohol abuse lengthens livers.

Hints if weed smoke permeates peeling walls, citizens 

 

searching for the mysteries, occult secrets of religions

Hidden by dark preachers, uttered by aluminum 

bedizened fiends, ask the oracle of the euchologions 

 

influence on their irreligious views, beliefs in cuminum

and it’s healing power, off set by beliefs in waters essence

The oracle states that all will succumb to Thermoluminescence.