Mortal Salvation

Warmth contained in the liquidity, Breaking out of its vessel and bleed, Painted with the Red of Life, The Yang breathing inside this Yin, Is but the child born due to this Fire, Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire. Inhaling every negation as its Oxygen, Setting this materialist soul on the flames, Efforts to redeem the sins buried in sands, Or one may call it by other fancy names, But the tag hides an evil body in Sagacious attire, Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire. To be demanding is a curse, with bounds, As limited is the seed for incepting dreams, Then to give away your desires to fulfill others; Is like angels lending hands to devils; or as it seems, One dream turned into reality; mentors another to aspire, Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire. So rather let this human feel this earthly quest, And on urges, let this mortal monster be fed, In contrast of dualities; lies the meaning of good, And without a demon, what good a good is instead? The path of destruction is thus what I admire, As even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.