'' The Saviour Will Never Come Back '' Poem by Bri Mar

I had a dream the being supreme,
Found our attitude hard to take,
Our fraudulent theme made him scream,
Our future he said was at stake.

To maim and kill you have the will,
Your evolution has made things worse,
The blood you spill gives me a chill,
On all life forms you are a curse.

You live by greed you forget about need,
Those rich then feed off the masses,
You refuse to concede those poor will bleed,
Why mourn when one of them passes.

The planet warms it creates massive storms,
Poisonous toxins are filling the air,
Deadly swarms take on new forms,
Whilst millions are dying in despair.

Your weapons of woe continue to grow,
The excuse, they're there for defence?
When they blow you won't even know?
As everything that lived is past tense.

Treating God with derision will cause a collision,
Our very existence is under attack,
What I envision I can say with precision,

‘' The Saviour Will Never Come Back ‘'