Masked Christians on the road
In front of me 
Finding only rust 
Where the gold should be,
No blood is drawn
Nor bruise that I can see
But the exaggerated pace
Has them breathing so heavily.
‘Onward Christian soldiers’,
Stay the course
And you will see
That the flames of Hell
Have no true hold on any of thee.
For those so angry
The energy is wasted,
For precious metal
Brings you nothing,
With the Eucharist untasted.

We follow a road

From the womb

To the grave,

Its path everlasting

Whether damned or saved.

Some care, some don’t,

Some never had a chance

And most-likely won’t. 

But the reality is,

With what has been passed on,

That we are rapidly becoming

A planet full of Nones.

My fault is great

But I harbor no hate

And I am happy to leave 

Vengeance to the Lord,

But somewhere out there

Dark matter seeks to rise,

And it settles its scores with the sword.

I am not worthy

Of any eternal reward

For my goodness

Carries little 

Of noteworthy report,

But possibly I’ll be rescued

By our Benevolent Lord

As perhaps will others

Of their own accord,

But until that day

I will solemnly pray,

And look to the Heavens

As I patiently await

That glorious day!