The Soothsayer

There's no way of knowing,
Though you can likely guess,
Not that the odds of you being correct,
Are any more or less,

Oh, sure, you can make lots of predictions,
That surely will come true,
Like what will happen in the next moment,
That's completely orchestrated by you,

Then the times you're wrong won't matter as much,
Thou much more important,
The key is the illusion of wisdom,
To the unobservant,

For what you want,
Which is most likely cash,
Based on what you say will surely happen,
After you're dead and gone and turned to ash.