Wrote this in a three minute rush... you know how it is sometimes. ;)

Ignorant

for the lives of eons untold,
And dusty creeds of broken spirits:
I revel in my ignorance,
and sweep the rush forward.
My breath is tainted,
broken, unfurled,
like speared souls on high city fences.
This gory truth spits on my face:
The light, it seems,
is guide to damned and saved.
What breaks them?
I do not know.
This unknown shepherd
will not come for me.

Ian F. Brillembourg