Saved by wood on flesh,
Saved by divine words,
Saved by a promise.
Rainbows.
Burning bushes
Broken bread.
Your kingdom is better occupied by those with heart.
Your kingdom needs good and worthy,
Salt of the earth.
Not a loser,
Not someone constantly tiptoeing on nihilism and love,
Not someone doubting.
Not someone angry.
You have given me all and yet, I shout at you.
I am blind, yet I refuse the cure
I am thirsty, yet I refuse to go to the well.
So,
Maybe I am for the pig pens.
I'll make room with the swines
Ready to be slaughtered.
Ready to perish.
Maybe that's all I'll ever be.
