Second coming

I am not a religious person. You will never see in my house any representation of spiritual icons. No sexy naked guys in gore positions, no bad parodies of the worst salvia trip from a horny dude missing his Lupe, no photograps of ugly fat bastards pedophiles, no stupid printings of the even more stupid retoric texts. My walls only show the mastering of bad painting, and I am proud of it.

But I believe in someone superior to all living beings in all universes. There HAS to be something out there keeping this shitting hole we are all in from becoming even more shittier. It is not coincidence, all those ancient world wide feelings must lead to something.

I truly believe there is a HIM. And I have been following him since my early days. Back then when I was only worried in how to make my sister mad, I found my path. First encounter was a shock, but inmediately I knew HE was the one to whom I could pour my trust, my moral, my fears, my joy, my dreams, my tears. Tears I dropped when I saw him face his fate after undeterminated time of pure happiness. The books were right, he has to die for all of us. And I was by myself again.

A new feeling grew in me. Faith. Years hopefully waiting... easily keeping my faith untouchable.

False prophets arrived and fell, some signs started to appear. Last year appeared the biggest sign. He would be back soon. I felt it deep inside of me.

My SAVIOR.

Now He is here. And He has come back again in the form of...