A saviour’s sacrifice always first goes unheeded.

If listened straight away, perhaps the right thing was spoken for today but wrong for tomorrow's dawn?

Perhaps a saint they long to be; just and good in virtue seen?

But a savior is a lone path with no celebration in its acts or joyous reward planned from its pain.

For what is right and good, how a saviour lives, is through an ethical pattern outside what’s already been bloody sacrificed and saintly proclaimed to unjust end. They are the future we've yet to realize is possible and are the ones questioning why we're not there already.