Salvation at Hand

We look to the heavens for answers, We cry for God's help through the pain, We stare and hear nothing but silence, We spit at the ground in distain. "Alone in the dark!" They cry heresy, We must all believe in the same, Radical notions of the wildly devoted are considered by many, insane. The fruit of your labour is plastic, Your shepherd cares not for the herd, The bush in the desert has melted and douses the wings of the bird. The automated line has malfunctioned, The mould of his vision has cracked, We're becoming our own individuals, No longer just part of an act. The shackles of commandments are broken, Look forward now, not to the past, Hear not the word that was once spoken, Embrace your life's path which is vast. A feeling unlike any other, To be free from tyrannical reign, Knowing that you are your master and salvation is yours to obtain.