My homemade grenade proves ground raising, new grave no spade
Tumult and rubble, too much fucking trouble, underground rumblings
Oarfish dying surface rising, sure signs of earthquakes coming
In Chile, a farmer shocked at a four-headed calf birth
In Bosnia, a child seen in bat form taking wing
Birth of Manbat Batboy’s accomplice
Fast as some rapids, yellow boat battered, scout rafting trip Bart’s vader
Acting like my degree cost K63 in RADA, what I’m at rather nada
Just copped my 33rd degree, candles surrounding me shape Sagrada
Off Morocco’s coast, sailing boats report botheration from Krakens
In Hyperborean climes, scientists chronicle a great landmass cracking
Snapping in half like a back broken in a backyard wrestling match
In my dreams I hear clearly things to come, I wake with less than half that
Cryptic snatches more puzzle than actual prophetic snapshot, laugh
How quickly the worst comes to pass
Too late to return to Mass.
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