Warning Poem by Saint Cynosure

Masses look to others most,
so many without wisdom.
Sadness is the feeling note,
so many stuck in sorrow.

Worst of all there's more ahead,
more days of death and danger.
Of pititry and ridicule,
from
everyone's the stranger.

Cover up yourselves for self,
make blind to you the world.
The end of days are quickening,
all wicked souls a swirl.

Bitterness to every man,
pestilence and war
And never have these days been lived
by any men before.

live and laugh and love at will
your darkness is becoming.
repent not ye because my words,
NOTE
You have been warned...