Prophecy

So predictable
Your nature
Spin your wheels
Until they are dismantled
Everything will be taken from you
It will be your fault
Try to fight it
It's like ripping off a band-aid
You'll manipulate, gaslight, and lie
To yourself
More than to others
Watch people come and go
While you remain tortured and alone
You silly, foolish man
The Fates will relish in your torment
Because you are afraid to do
What you need to do
You could work on yourself
Forgive yourself for your past mistakes
Find that love within to lick your wounds
But you won't
Far too cynical
Too far gone
So many Karmic debts to pay