Oracle

Oracle giving a prophecy.

You're silent.
Roman gods will hear you now.
Shake little leaf shake
As necklaces smack against your breast.
They have arrived.
Roll your eyes back into your head now.
Raise your hands up to pull them closer.
Cry little rain cloud cry!
Scream of the things to come.
Tear at the robe so carefully chosen.
All goes black.
They are done speaking.
Rest now your job is done.
Go back to your prison until tomorrow.
It will bring more laminations.