Habitual Thoughts

Behead the dragon that doubts your will

And reave your soul from the lost tombs that prolongs its venom

For our dreams are the emissaries fated to tell tales of our destinies

Yet it is our hands that must reach out

It is our feet that must take those steps

To achieve a legacy that has been encrypted with our DNA

Compel yourself towards the abstract wander

Which signifies who you are thus and then

Whereas there in a time

That sits between death and rebirth

Glorified by the instant that is your life

Centuries shall honor your essence

Also of the time that you have lived

Freedom shall run in your veins

A euphoric tranquility will intoxicate your mind

Moreover of the mind paradise will be known

This my dear Lazarus is not a path for the weak

Though of the way humble in  their strength one should remain

Because of your heart is were providence is proclaimed

Hence by virtue we must sustain the purity of love...  

Redemption is given to those that have repented and to those that have forgiven self sin, 

Seeing as how a grave regret is not so easily absolved

…Although it makes me wonder

Perhaps this is why Lucifer is the devil he is

For I ask who can forgive themselves for betraying their own god 

While enduring ideals concerning hopelessness over facing the notions of atonement 

I think most men can understand, as well as empathize with such habitual thoughts…  

Perceptively, we are not so different from those beloved angels

Seeing as how even those that are holy can lie in transgressions 

Therefore, I believe demons are born from the broken faith in ones own spirit
So, please... do not forsake yourself 

~ Paradise's Poet ~