Right knowledge and information
And how you use it
Will be your saviour
In an age
Where you are doomed
If you still wish to wait
For a blonde hair, blue eyed messiah
If you are drowning in the sea
Yet you are capable of swimming to shore
To save yourself
Why would you wait in the midst of waves to be saved by somebody else?
The blunt truth is
That you will die a slow death
Before you are saved
By any man
Who has been resurrected from the dead
If you think that you are bound to be saved
Because a saviour's return
Is imminent
Then what happens to you
Is out of your hands
And can't be really that important
Surely
The God, to whom you pay homage
Would want you to have an abundance
Of useful knowledge
Or does your God expect you to wait to be saved?
You have 2 choices
1 Use the knowledge which, you posses to save yourself
Or 2. Continue to wait for a saviour
Who is non-existent.
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