to redeem

Look into my soul – a prisoner; detained in this earth
of broken dreams and unattainable peace, a Utopia –
a paradise for the fools, I would say. Day in and day out,
I breathe air. It brings me life, but I know it is poison: filled
with smoke of angst, and ill-fated, emanating from the
remnants of Sodom. This aura is omnipotent – fathoming
the ends of the universe, thus inescapable. Where life is,
it follows – rather it lives. From the most minuscule
organisms, there are parasites. And in every man,
there are a hundred who desires to siphon every entity of life;
they are murderers, robbers, rapists, criminals of every kind.
No one is innocent: the good is just a speck in a wholeness
of immorality. This is the world, where every being lives.
This is each being. I am a being. You are.
And to escape is futile. They say there is only one way: to die.
To die – and be brought forth again into new life.
A new life it is, yet destined to live in the same world of lies.
Therefore the way is not really to die; it is to live without
simply breathing. It is to live by inhaling all the maladies,
purifying it with pure emotions. Then the ultimate antidote
to the heinous world is breathed out. And the soul will live free.