The Path Towards Purity was Never so Pure

The path towards righteousness was never easy.
The path towards purity was never so pure,
For the fiends were there with their utmost cruelty
And the monsters and the routes were thick with manure.
‘To give up’ turned into this beguiling allure.

But the fair Earth was not so barren as before,
And the licks of the fire almost did not touch me,
For I have felt my old mother’s warm and sweet core,
And I have seen the light that desires to save me.
To give up – I shall not, for I wish to implore.

Implore of what? Beseech of what? Pray, plead for what?
I yearn to know, I long it so, for me to see,
The reason behind the darkness, behind the wrath,
To remind the logic of this sacred journey,
But it is not the logic that will set me free.

It is not about how I crossed the narrow tracks,
It is not about how I won against mad beasts.
For they shall utter, “There is still something she lacks,”
And even if I survived, there shall be no feasts.
For they shall bellow, “There is still something she lacks!”

For if my body’s unscathed yet my soul’s tainted,
I’ll say, “What glory do I have, but foolish pride.”
It’ll be the most bitter hint I’ve ever tasted,
For this impiety will lead to shadows’ side
What of the salvation that for me has waited?

The path towards righteousness was never easy.
The atrocities should be seen to spot the light.
I have deemed I shall need a guide that shall aid me,
A shade of a just man who will repair my sight,
A shade of a good man who’ll help with all his might.

The path towards purity was never so pure,
Crimson blood and reeking sweat shall stain my being,
So the path towards good might not be as grandeur,
Yet at the end, I trust there are angels singing,
For if my soul’s safe, then bliss shall fill my being.

- December 4, 2011 9:00 P.M.