The words of a prophet

Then there a man came
He was thought to be a prophet
Without any name
He was remembered for only words
He asked
How much is a life worth
Does suffering add or debit
Do we know our way
Is life a blessing or curse
Words are weapons
Life is a maze without exit
And love has become shame
Are we a blessing to this earth
Or is love a relic, and we are the menace
Our world will pass before our eyes
Wrath and torment, beckons
As this and every civilization
Painfully dies in flame
And with everything that lives
There will be endless suffering
So now and forever after
Abject, total, absolute and fetid decay