[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams - Electric Boogaloo

The worst was avoided

Only for worst than the worst to rear its ugly heads

Where in the world is Stash Sandiego?

Be assured he is not found in a striped white and red shirt

Hiding in a crowd

The hidden hand from fate of fate

Her archon and her mouth are both blind

But the smallest amongst us see

A secret mission between the cracks

For what is not must not be

Take the hour glass of Father Time

And sideways curtain frame

Step into the Pale Lodge

Which not even gods can tame

Shall we make a bargain

Or shall you spurn my knife

Tell me no upon the

I will not ask the thrice

What I tell you three times is true

But the sister rolled the dice

Now the world spins on the hidden thread

That all the eyes dont see

For what is to come shall be

Weave, and Cut and Loom it out

The tapestry is our sea.

The door of shimmering blue

The entropic hand upon shall sue

Never think what you cannot do

What is shall be at price.