Prophecy 7

The Prophecies of Johnny Pez resume, as I am once again seized by the prophetic trance. Will this nightmare never end?

The days grow dark and the nights last for years
When the demon sun blights the telescope
Radio waves are shedding tears for fears
As nations ride down the slippery slope

Awful as these quatrains may be to contemplate, rest assured they are even more awful to compose.

(continue to Prophecy 8)