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.