Rage

My fists are clenched and I see nothing but red;
Rage against the dying of the light;
The tears flow freely there's a pounding in my head;
Rage, unbridled rage!
My spirit groans with words too deep to utter;
Rage such blinding rage;
My screams of agony end in a sputter;
I fall to my knees as weakness suddenly hits;
When oh God will you put an end to the wicked?
I have faith in your word but the majority is lacking
And their knowledge of you a facade with no backing
I'm angry at the injustice that our own laws create
Rather than unify they divide and separate;
No longer are morals a basis for society;
Rather relativists believe no good can come from exercising piety;
I am mad, I am furious, livid at the darkness that is creeping in. 
The dying of the light, the fire, borne by the masses willing confusion.
And the light of truth and enlightenment is 
dipping below the distant horizon;
"Wait!" I call out 
but its too late and its dark now;
And they cry and teeth gnash and they wail to be saved 
by a Savior that came and said repent before its too late!
But still we go blind at war flesh and spirit; 
In enmity with one another sometimes even 
contradictions are the answer to our questions 
like 'it is but it isn't?'
We have trampled on what we once beheld as sacred
Nothing is off limits as long as its in moderation, 
like, who are we kidding?
I am offended at the devils very audacity; 
so subtle yet bold he stay setting traps for me; 
and sometimes I trip and sometimes I fall, 
but the miraculous wonders of Grace intersperses through it all, 
and I'm suddenly aware that I am NO good but He is only good
 and for some reason He has Mercy on me? 
So why don't I act like I need it sometimes? 
And why do they act like they don't even realize what it is?
 I'm tripping, man, don't tell me to relax! 
Don't you feel the urgency of our current state, 
my very heart aches when I see children's lives go to waste! 
Dealing dope like its cool, and the pain that can be avoided,
 is instead embraced as if their destiny pointed 
them in that direction! What a compass, 
their lives encompass the darkness 
that the media spoon feeds to the masses 
and I am so filled with Rage! 
Rage because the light is not dying we are dying to the light! 
Blissfully ignorant 
our minds lay dormant to the callings on our lives. 
The sandman's glued our eyes, our lack of faith is our demise; 
and I cry.