Once created, this will break
Evil’s law—its harsh mandate.
For by default, it guides the blind
To a savage hell-bound mind.

Mind beneath the Soul? No way—
Lies and chains won’t work that way.
Such a trade defies decree,
Bringing loss to tyranny.

This world’s flipped—a twisted sphere,
Stockpiling filth year by year.
Yet its hoard will fade and die
If we let Parnassus fly.

Soul’s the wealth that stands alone.
Leave the world's depraved Cell,
Multiply its light—outgrown,
Building Heaven deep in Hell.