The Nostradamus Effect, a poem by Austin Cross

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A visionary with visions scary
Up on television just telling visions
The Nostradamus Effect has no effect on me
The most ominous of texts won’t be testing me
I’ll testify to the senseless
Defenseless against the so-called puppets in suspension
Suspend myself from the test if I choose to forget it
Yes, I know that I said it, but if I truly meant it
That is the true question
The quest for the truth is merely a suggestion
Dumbed-down to the masses to send a different message
The difference of essence combined with the distance of ethics
Our own moral fiber is risking the methods
And they’re sicking the credits, it’s sickening

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