Prophecy

There once was a man named Rambaldi

Who wrote about a world he could see

That in the future would come to be

From all his inventions and the small fee

Of millions of lives to create the world seen by he

And only one woman holds the key

To stop the followers of a mad man’s prophecy.

Alias

Always running from one mission to the next

Looking for the dangerous radicals across the globe

I change my name, I change my face, I move from place to place

And using my training to apprehend suspects

Soundly do my job to save the world.