To S -
Do not save me, condemn my sufferings eternal
for absolute truths, such joy men shall n'er know.
Pardon the fools, the naive, the unenlightened, for
they too hold dear those selfsame prejudices you denounce.
And whom are we, bold men, to disprove, judge, or pity?
A sceptic in doubt -- the sinner, the lost, unfaithful -
deems compliance dear even for lasting life.
Who is to choose one but not another?
Blind trust demands a choice.
Tis better a sinner and forgiving
than pious men with alarming tones, impending dooms,
wraths of gods, raging thunders, and fullness in
hearts inflamed but gaunt.
Heed not the Road, the Salt, the Lantern.
Seek not the Promise, certainty, salvation.
For every man his own hell, own paradise, redemption.
Mortal is man. Life's enough for him.
Idols, gods, progenitors
love even those monsters that men become.
In your eyes, my choices are intolerable.
So rescue not me, render this darkness lost.
for absolute truths, such joy men shall n'er know.
Pardon the fools, the naive, the unenlightened, for
they too hold dear those selfsame prejudices you denounce.
And whom are we, bold men, to disprove, judge, or pity?
A sceptic in doubt -- the sinner, the lost, unfaithful -
deems compliance dear even for lasting life.
Who is to choose one but not another?
Blind trust demands a choice.
Tis better a sinner and forgiving
than pious men with alarming tones, impending dooms,
wraths of gods, raging thunders, and fullness in
hearts inflamed but gaunt.
Heed not the Road, the Salt, the Lantern.
Seek not the Promise, certainty, salvation.
For every man his own hell, own paradise, redemption.
Mortal is man. Life's enough for him.
Idols, gods, progenitors
love even those monsters that men become.
In your eyes, my choices are intolerable.
So rescue not me, render this darkness lost.