The masses will talk, they will wait, nothing will happen in the first days
Idiots will start rumours on the internet
but nothing will eventuate
The moons will come and go, 5 maybe 6 cuts will be endured
The masses will rise in discontent and fury
A star will emerge from afar, the masses will await, but the star heads elsewhere- disappointment will result, the masses will stir, the first signs of discontent in the new leaders reign will emerge
6 new bright stars will be selected, they will reach holy ground but many will still call them duds
2 will emerge as bright lights, leading the great revolution towards final victory, 1788 moons will pass before the golden leafed silver will overflow with bubbles
the writer of this rubbish has way to much time on his hands at the moment