March Madness

Raise the evil to the threshold of greatness
Let darkness prevail and envelop the greater good
And consume in its realm the very essence of mankind.
And then fall, deep...Awake and feel the power of
Stygian gore as it proceeds to envelop the self

Hold. What shines beyond? A shimmer of something I hate,
The sound of the laughter of fate. The triumph of destiny and indiscretion.
Purple and gold and red. But still great.
And then fall, deeper...Awake and observe the asphyxiation of
The womb of man. Any womb. Any being. Undeserved?

A sense of pride. A race to the finish and the temptation of a lifetime
Conspiring to raise the evil to the threshold of greatness
The self screams, "That is madness!" But darkness prevails
And fall. The depth is immaterial now...Awake. A new existence perhaps?
Is it still undeserved? Unpremeditated?

A desperate attempt at order. But evil is too great
A final thrust, an act of kindness. The self is wounded beyond repair.
And fall and awake again. Observe the blinding light and a forgotten emotion
As the heart fills to the brim the self is redeemed from despair
Feel the light of Immortal Dawn as it envelops the self.