Red robe a pyramid of blood,
the prophet-priestess said:

'Don't kid yourself, pisswit.
Our prophecy's tamper-proof.
It's an hundred-generation masterwork -
a banger, frankly -
and you're not getting out of it.

'Let's be serious.
It's not like you'd have done anything half as cool
as this chosen one shit.
With that fate?

'I've seen those threads.
You weren't doing anything with them.'