I Dreamed I Saw St. Agustine

My sun melts like honey. The moon is weeping and blue. Teardrops falling on the dusty ground. I come from paths unknown.

I am the hope seller, the man of sorrows, the manipulator of crowds. I have fear of no-one, my future is far behind.

Rush out, you people. The end is near. The ancient footsteps are here for you to follow.

Wake up before the ring of fire reaches you., before you fall. The roll is called up yonder. Will you be there?