Apocalypse: a narrative poem

Whose pulse turned war into peace

The people walked, free from fear

Dazed from bliss, the ignorance of uniformity

Over lifetimes, a free soul is born only to be reborn. He rises through oppression. He falls in his hubris. He will rise once more as the world is torn apart forever old and forever new. When he learns the truth of his existence, can he stop the apocalypse?