A prediction of the doom that will end a character

Longer not upon the privvie, nor the long drop neither.
Thy doom is wrought of violence.
Beware the young, the child, yea, even the babe.
Thy broken cart shalt herald thy end.
From above comes thy death.
One bullock is safe, two bullocks bringeth the raven.
Beware the man that is not a man!
A beast of brass bellows for thee.
Thy end lieth hidden in the gloaming.
Thy end burns with flames unseen.