Cassandra (1985)

You who denied your favors even to a god
One who had blessed you with such a gift
You have sealed your own fate
How could you not know what was to come?

He could only offer warmth, wisdom, love, light
And life enternal, elevating you
From your lowly human station
And placing you in the Pantheon
But you refused

Now you are a laughingstock
A foolish soothsayer
Sowing her folly hither and yon

You can see the doom and the despair
The war and the undoing
The misery and the malady
And you warn them
But they do not believe

No longer can you discern the proper road
Without credence, truth foretold is no better than a lie

You can see the future clearly, and you know
You alone may laugh in the end
But is indeed alone that you will laugh