Souls Savior

It is very difficult to envision The savior Who will he be ? When will he come What color will he be Height, weight ? What religion will he be ? Will he be all that we hoped for What language will he speak Will he care who and what we are Or where we came from will he care about money Or will he, be a she or neither What will he do to stop the killing What can he possibly say that hasn’t already been said It is very hard to fathom Have we become so cold Death and violence are everywhere That is the cold hard fact, no one is immune We are a race, running to win the race of survival A breed, a predator with knowledge A desperate mass with no focus A greed driven, power hungry propelled Adrenaline injected mass of unpredictable prime evil rage Enveloped in a brainwashed chassis Ironic how we measure honor, in gallons of blood At the expense of our own, paying the bill Unfortunately, we are at our best in the throws of rage When we are seeking justice for wrongs done to us If you’ve ever looked, I mean really looked at the violence Daily ! You realize that you’ve become immune to it Like a childhood disease Only affected if it interrupts your life Terminal, death……..and then the cycle begins again Destruction's passion stimulated for revenge Of the wrongdoings done them Never ending self-service of eternities nocturnal rest Whether forced or natural, it’s coming, be ready Eric (and sometimes not)