masterpiece

I was told that one day I would be great,
Its the only reason I endure this pointless hate.
I was told I would write a masterpiece,
But I squander my potential as I wait.

I write for love,
I write for peace.
But also for war,  
and hypocrisy when seen.

So if I am suppose to be,
So smart,
So strong,
How am I still struggling to make ends meet.

So I'm stuck in this rutt,
Looking at this world wondering,
How did I get fucked.
Moving in this world like a ghost.

I'm done trying to find the good,
When all I see is crime and hood.
Evil and chaos running rampet in our streets,
With no righteous heros to fight this hellacious heat.

We need a paladin,
I pure hearted knight.
So foot soliders fight,
Led by leaders without might.

So here's a toast,
Come on raise your glass.
To our heavenly host.
And his angels who have always held fast.