When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember