Anon foresaw 9-11 months before the event. Would sit on the Staten Island Ferry every morning from St. George to Manhatten, at the front of the boat, looking at the Towers and wondering why I kept imagining planes smashing into them.

 

Anon foresaw the cities burning. It was a series of nightmares that came to anon in 2008.

 

Anon woke up one morning in 2016 having dreamed a song, and wrote down the lyrics still half asleep. They went like this. What are the odds?

 

Fields of Knives

 

I don't care what you don't believe

The hatchet flashed and it has landed

Enjoy the show, it's what you're in for

I've walked through fields of knives for you

 

It doesn't matter to existence

What shallow souls endure for pleasure

I've walked through fields of knives for you

Enjoy the show, it's what you're meant for

 

Fields of knives, feet cut and bleeding

Prophets crying, no one heeding

The program's on and it's all about

A game show in a slaughterhouse

Fields of knives in a universe

Where a smile can be the cruelest curse

And the king of lies is the arbiter

Of peace and war

 

The hatchet flashed, I saw it leaving

I don't care what you can't imagine

The angels bare their teeth

The swans begin their song

 

Enjoy the show, it's what you're meant for

Enjoy the show, it's what you came for

Enjoy the show, it's what you're in for

I've walked through fields of knives for you

 

Fields of knives, feet cut and bleeding

Prophets crying, no one heeding

The program's on and it's all about

A game show in a slaughterhouse

Fields of knives in a universe

Where a smile can be the cruelest curse

And the king of lies is the arbiter

Of peace and war

 

I'll walk through fields of knives no more