A little piece about the chosen one trope and being tricked.

In a world needing a hero
You are a random zero
And a prophecy states
You hold the fates
Of the many souls
So in sight is your goals
Save them from the doom
But death will loom
You will bring the dawn
Or are you just a pawn
Set up to keep them in check
Just a card in a deck
Of a group bad even more
Then the ones before
Which is worse of these two
The clear ones you just slew
Or the unclear sly
Clouding with their lie
A promise of a new age of hope
Is it completely fabricated? nope
It is a blend of gray
So that noone can say
You are false to the core
All this prophecy was a lore
So they can take power
In their justified hour
Without any no sayer
and you were their player

This piece needs to be thought about to be understood.