Beautifully written! Hail to the skald!
I am a son of the end of time
who cannot be a man,
yet somehow poisoned as I am,
I tremble as I stand.
Can I cut out the rotten mass
where once I had a mind?
Perhaps I shudder just to think
of all therein I'll find.
People once were sound and hale
of body and of soul,
Today however, deep inside,
we seek to fill some hole
with worthless trinkets, wasted time
and nothing that we need.
It all serves only in the end
an evil-driven greed
which seeks to squeeze ill-gotten gain
from every piece of us.
Nothing sacred, nothing safe
from their unbridled lust.
It seems the end of things is coming;
it seems so plain to see.
Yet in this too there is a comfort:
for soon we shall be free.