It was a secular gesture of radical despair
Or was it indescribable happiness?
It's so hard to tell

Patience

Paced steps towards anger forlorn

Cold and calculated empathy soldiering forth towards and enemy
Bold in the question hampered when he told me be patient now

In the wake of accomplishments many, there begs at me that emptiness
So what do I do without that guide?
My compass showing me where it will end?

That quiet solemnity quilted with a gasp
Holding back the indignation
There really never was a messiah was there?