Prophets of Old

The thoughts of a man who has lost all hope in humanity and sees the evils of the world as they are. He is in wait for the end so that new life, untainted by the present may rise once more.

Running off the road

And into the woods

To seek shelter

From those I fear

For if they find me

It will mark my end

So has been foretold 

By the prophets of old

Searching inside myself

For the light of life

Lost in the darkness

Without hope or spark

A lonely existence

Am I forced to lead

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

A look of despair 

Forever on my face

Woven into being 

By the threads of fate

I cannot escape it

For it is destined to be

Controlled like a puppet

By the strings of its master

To break free is futile

To attempt is to be shunned

By society at large

And by humanity the world over

So has been foretold 

By the prophets of old

Lost in time are

The memories of days

Freely walked I

Unburdened by fate

The weight of sins

Gradually built

Did weigh on my shoulders

To carry them till I die

No redemption there be

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

All have demons

The demon am I

To hell and below

Did my demon come and go

From the depths of Tartarus

It rose its head

To play with my life

And on my sorrows it fed

To combat the demon

Only one can do

Made of all that is pure

Untainted by the world

Burn the demon it will

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

Through clear eyes

The world I see

For all is deceit

Villainy, lies and treachery

The Gods up high

When this paradise built

Hoped for harmony and love

Vengeance will strike

For all who have wronged

The world will strike back

And play everywhere 

Will Death's song

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

The world we may have 

In our hands to control

But one day 

Must we return

To the sands

From whence we came

To be buried 

Like the pharaohs of old

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

Heal will the world

From injuries inflicted

Upon it by man

And all that he built

No longer will they remain

To further taint

Rise will mankind

From the ashes of its past

To lead the world 

Into light and glory

So has been foretold

By the prophets of old

29.03.2016

Author's Note

The stanzas are kinda uneven, but is it necessary? Does it affect one's perception of a poem?
Also, I just wanted to know whether there's any concept about the immoral society of today that I have missed.

Hope you like it.

Reviews

[DeerInHeadlights]

no.. I like that the stanzas are uneven. different parts need more or less thought.. this is really good.. taking a very large picture and narrowing it down to this.. very thought provoking.

[Childish Eccentricity]

Thank you. Also, any side of today's immoral society that I have missed?

[DeerInHeadlights]

nope :) you seemed to cover it all.. it is a sad sad thing..