prayers spill from my lips in masochistic pleasure as the flames fill my entire being, reaching my heart. the God you worship on a bloodied cross means nothing to me; for as I dance in the flames, I realize that not even God himself can touch me; I am my own savior. I’ll cast myself from Heaven and place myself in hell for it was once said, that there is more freedom in damnation than there is in salvation; for in damnation, freedom and chaos sit on the thrones, and in salvation, they are in chains, and spat on chaos is my lover, and he kisses me once more and with the flame in my heart I will dance through hell to my freedom.
inspired by Behemoth's "Ben Sahar" I highly recommend listening to it before, during or after reading this piece. I consider Behemoth one of my many influences. Also published on tumblr under ditavonmexo and thetruthenlightensme