A word of prophecy
“How is it that you have come to this? Where did you lose your way oh eagle of the sky? You have become a spoiled child, who having much live only with an expectation of more. Behold, your many blessings have turned into curses upon you. Your fullness has burst you and turned into emptiness. The brilliance of your light has blinded your eyes. The power of your strength is turned for you into weakness. The broadness of your vision has expanded so that you can no longer see. Your prosperity is piled so high that it has collapsed in upon you. Your richness has turned to poverty. What can be said for you? Your watchers are perplexed. The spectators are left speechless. Being great, you shall diminish into obscurity. You resources will escape from you like water through a sieve. The exertion of your strength has exhausted you. The projection of your superiority has diluted you. What more could have been given you? How much higher could you have flown? You looked down upon the clouds, but you shall fall through them and be brought low. Your keepers are weeping. Those who loved you are in mourning. The day of your retribution is come. None shall save you from it. There is a sign raised up over the land, and upon the sign is written a word:
“How is it that you have come to this? Where did you lose your way oh eagle of the sky? You have become a spoiled child, who having much live only with an expectation of more. Behold, your many blessings have turned into curses upon you. Your fullness has burst you and turned into emptiness. The brilliance of your light has blinded your eyes. The power of your strength is turned for you into weakness. The broadness of your vision has expanded so that you can no longer see. Your prosperity is piled so high that it has collapsed in upon you. Your richness has turned to poverty. What can be said for you? Your watchers are perplexed. The spectators are left speechless. Being great, you shall diminish into obscurity. You resources will escape from you like water through a sieve. The exertion of your strength has exhausted you. The projection of your superiority has diluted you. What more could have been given you? How much higher could you have flown? You looked down upon the clouds, but you shall fall through them and be brought low. Your keepers are weeping. Those who loved you are in mourning. The day of your retribution is come. None shall save you from it. There is a sign raised up over the land, and upon the sign is written a word:
"CONFUSION”
