A Thread of Faith

Now is the time for darkness.
The time for despair.
The time that I truly care.
Not for Him, but for them.
For they keep fighting,
Keep trying to survive
But each one hit’s a wall;
A wall not one of them
has been able to conquer.

Free will can only go so far
Before wrong be the victor.
For when the moment occurs
When the positive ideas of free will
Are destroyed and over run by
The negative, He must intervene.
That time has come,
So where is he?

The only thing that keep’s me holding on
to the Little faith that remains is the
thought that He is unable to stop this.
For if that is not reality then I had none.
Because he’s thirteen; that smile was all for not.
Yet I will fight despite Him.
For although He will not humble himself to
take responsibilities for the detrimental
outcomes of his creation, I will.
Because he’s thirteen and
he deserves more then He will give him.