Salvation

Hands softly trace the wind with endless enjoyment

Then slowly fall down with dread

For the bread of salvation will never reach

Nor the words that preach light

Especially in the night with no end

Laughing sickly to oneself as screams of pain run in the wind

Hands softly trace the wind with not dread but with acknowledgement

For pain and suffering is the salvation

For Pain and suffering is the preach of light to the night with no end

Till the end of time tirelessly searching for the end of time

With all its delicious pain and suffering for the soul