Reading through Les Prophéties, I stumbled upon this tidbit and found it fascinating.
In the year when the red and gold banners wave,
A team of warriors, bold and brave,
With a thunderous roar, they shall ascend,
Three crowns in a row, their legacy shall blend.
The stars align in the heart of the plains,
As victory echoes through the joyous refrains.
In the land of the brave, where the rivers flow,
The Chiefs shall rise, and their glory shall grow. [Reply]
In the land of palm and desert's heat,
The Chargers falter, their fate bittersweet.
A bolt of promise, yet shadows loom,
In a house of glass, they await their doom.
The Raiders dance on a floor of dismay,
In Las Vegas, their fortunes lead them astray.
The Broncos, with schemes both dark and sly,
Shall find their ambitions but mere whispers in the sky. [Reply]
Originally Posted by ptlyon:
Is there an excerpt saying something about a woman almost achieving total power who's life was cut short from choking on sausage?
Originally Posted by Bob Dole:
It was followed by this:
In the land of palm and desert's heat,
The Chargers falter, their fate bittersweet.
A bolt of promise, yet shadows loom,
In a house of glass, they await their doom.
The Raiders dance on a floor of dismay,
In Las Vegas, their fortunes lead them astray.
The Broncos, with schemes both dark and sly,
Shall find their ambitions but mere whispers in the sky.
