There will be droughts and days inundated   Unveilings free from saturation   Departures raised with no masquerading   There will be teachers that die by their own hand   Pundits that push headlong for atonement   Friends and followers devoted to living   There will be watchers that ply for new confines   Those committed to society's circles   Unwary cogs with no cadence of virtue   There will be right   There will be wrong      Drop of the hat, and it's already started   Just like that, and the deed is done   What I'd give for that hat to be medicine   The time is now to be on the run      There will be machinations unforeseen   Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream   No promenade walk in the parkway   There will be catchwords filled with infection   Circulars to prop up occasion   No golden mean to prop up the footsteps   There will be levels on high hills that appraise   There will be unchanging certainties   Barometers that follow the stampede   There will be right   There will be wrong      There will be signposts of indication   Semaphore go signs and warnings   Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings   There will be strains that break out of straight time   To pave with grace different roads to the same place   No consequence to repay what's been given   There will be layers of means to an end   Drawn-out days before resolution   Dregs will rain down from all directions   There will be right   There will be wrong