Poetry I've Written That is MAP related

[Brain O'Conner]

It's something random, but I've been writing some poetry that is MAP related in nature and wanted to see what you guys thought of it. It's something that still needs a lot of work and was only a rough draft, but wanted to pick your guys brains out to see if you can figure out what it means and if not, what your own interpretation is on it.

There was a great renaissance, and lo, two men riseth with plauges proceedeth from thy mouths: one that defiles thine sight, and the other which movement hath been seized. O Seekers, you were once great, and great things you hath done. You were once kings, but now captive under the strongholds. Corners of the earth you treadeth, now seized in the tents of the masters that brought you life. You were once joined with the stronghold and did many great things, now divided and what you bringeth to the land, now little. Your sight hath been defiled, and the fire you do not see. This fire, the fire that is the knowledge and wisdom that strengthens you, you seeketh not. In your ignorance, you hath been kept captive and cages you are in. Once Seekers, now simpletons, cages you hath not known you were in. Movement that is now seized, the world around you, you know not. The strongholds that brought you to your captivity calls it bliss, and you think it's bliss. The place you call bliss, leadeth to your damnation. O Seekers, when will you see? Who will deliver thee out of damnation? Who will break thy shackles? Lo, there stood great ones and on their foreheads was written salvation with the fire proceeding from thy mouths. They were holding a blade that had the word "freedom" inscribed onto it and the shackles they breaketh.