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MOTHER SHIPTON PROPHECIES
And now a word, in uncouth rhymeOf what shall be in future time Then upside down the world shall beAnd gold found at the root of treeAll England's sons that plough the landShall oft be seen with Book in handThe poor shall now great wisdom knowGreat houses stand in farflung valeAll covered o'er with snow and hail A carriage without horse will goDisaster fill the world with woe.In London, Primrose Hill shall beIn centre hold a Bishop's See Around the world men's thoughts will flyQuick as the twinkling of an eye.And water shall great wonders doHow strange. And yet it shall come true. Through towering hills proud men shall rideNo horse or ass move by his side.Beneath the water, men shall walkShall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk.And in the air men shall be seenIn white and black and even green A great man then, shall come and goFor prophecy declares it so. In water, iron, then shall floatAs easy as a wooden boatGold shall be seen in stream and stoneIn land that is yet unknown. And England shall admit a JewYou think this strange, but it is trueThe Jew that once ws held in scornShall of a Christian then be born. A house of glass shall come to passIn England. But Alas, alasA war will follow with the workWhere dwells the Pagan and the Turk These states will lock in fiercest strifeAnd seek to take each others life.When North shall thus divide the southAnd Eagle build in Lions mouthThen tax and blood and cruel warShall come to every humble door. Three times shall lovely sunny FranceBe led to play a bloody danceBefore the people shall be freeThree tyrant rulers shall she see. Three rulers in succession beEach springs from different dynasty.Then when the fiercest strife is doneEngland and France shall be as one. The British olive shall next then twineIn marriage with a german vine.Men walk beneath and over streamsFulfilled shall be their wondrous dreams. For in those wondrous far off daysThe women shall adopt a crazeTo dress like men, and trousers wearAnd to cut off their locks of hairThey'll ride astride with brazen browAs witches do on broomstick now. And roaring monsters with man atopDoes seem to eat the verdant cropAnd men shall fly as birds do nowAnd give away the horse and plough. There'll be a sign for all to seeBe sure that it will certain be.Then love shall die and marriage ceaseAnd nations wane as babes decrease And wives shall fondle cats and dogsAnd men live much the same as hogs. In nineteen hundred and twenty sixBuild houses light of straw and sticks.For then shall mighty wars be plannedAnd fire and sword shall sweep the land. When pictures seem alive with movements freeWhen boats like fishes swim beneath the sea,When men like birds shall scour the skyThen half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die. For those who live the century throughIn fear and trembling this shall do.Flee to the mountains and the densTo bog and forest and wild fens. For storms will rage and oceans roarWhen Gabriel stands on sea and shoreAnd as he blows his wondrous hornOld worlds die and new be born. A fiery dragon will cross the skySix times before this earth shall dieMankind will tremble and frightened befor the sixth heralds in this prophecy. For seven days and seven nightsMan will watch this awesome sight.The tides will rise beyond their kenTo bite away the shores and thenThe mountains will begin to roarAnd earthquakes split the plain to shore. And flooding waters, rushing inWill flood the lands with such a dinThat mankind cowers in muddy fenAnd snarls about his fellow men. He bares his teeth and fights and killsAnd secrets food in secret hillsAnd ugly in his fear, he liesTo kill marauders, thieves and spies. Man flees in terror from the floodsAnd kills, and rapes and lies in bloodAnd spilling blood by mankinds handsWill stain and bitter many lands And when the dragon's tail is gone,Man forgets, and smiles, and carries onTo apply himself - too late, too lateFor mankind has earned deserved fate. His masked smile - his false grandeur,Will serve the Gods their anger stir.And they will send the Dragon backTo light the sky - his tail will crackUpon the earth and rend the earthAnd man shall flee, King, Lord, and serf. But slowly they are routed outTo seek diminishing water spoutAnd men will die of thirst beforeThe oceans rise to mount the shore. And lands will crack and rend anewYou think it strange. It will come true. And in some far off distant landSome men - oh such a tiny bandWill have to leave their solid mountAnd span the earth, those few to count,Who survives this (unreadable) and thenBegin the human race again. But not on land already thereBut on ocean beds, stark, dry and bareNot every soul on Earth will dieAs the Dragons tail goes sweeping by. Not every land on earth will sinkBut these will wallow in stench and stinkOf rotting bodies of beast and manOf vegetation crisped on land. But the land that rises from the seaWill be dry and clean and soft and freeOf mankinds dirt and therefore beThe source of man's new dynasty. And those that live will ever fearThe dragons tail for many yearBut time erases memoryYou think it strange. But it will be. And before the race is built anewA silver serpent comes to viewAnd spew out men of like unknownTo mingle with the earth now grownCold from its heat and these men canEnlighten the minds of future man. To intermingle and show them howTo live and love and thus endowThe children with the second sight.A natural thing so that they mightGrow graceful, humble and when they doThe Golden Age will start anew. The dragon's tail is but a signFor mankind's fall and man's decline.
And before this prophecy is doneI shall be burned at the stake, at oneMy body singed and my soul set freeYou think I utter blasphemyYou're wrong. These things have come to meThis prophecy will come to be.
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