Not really int he format of a poem, but more a poem than a story. Enjoy and let your mind be open to thoughts...

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The Double-Bind Prophecy of Man

The Eye is waiting, watching, bidding its time. For a time will come when the world will be cast into an eternal darknness. The people, damned to do as they are told, will be slaves to a new world order. They will be used as pawns in their war of conquest and death will reek from those few who resist. But one shall be born, with a gift, into hiding, free of the order's damnation. he will grow into a man worthy of calling fourth the Great Eye. The Eye will give this man unworldly powers. He will ralley his people against the order, and the order will crush the resistance, but not without cost. Their leader will fall and with him his hold of the slaved minds. A larger battle will commence with great loss on both sides. Only through the power of the one shall the world be free, but if he is lost, the world will die before more can be done. Slaved minds will revolt and die or commit unto themselves the blade. The order, having none to rule will die out and the race of man will be a distant myth unto the future. If the one succedes, the world will be without order and will go into a place filled with plague and murder. Unless one can control them, the fate of the human race is history...