Growth

And so I do grow.
From the poison below to the Poison above.
What taint is hidden there?
Myopia obscures my sight.

And so do I fly.
From the purity above to the Purity below.
What treasure is waiting there?
Fear obscures my sight.

Such is their encounter.
Hope? Perhaps.
But what of Life?

Save

I climb on, for I must.
I struggle ahead, for I am bound.
I leave no signs, for I am not.

What foolish waste has been Left this time?
Such worthless ideas as these are not in the Right.
No, this is not my destination.

And so do they continue, my travels.
Endlessly stretching beyond what little horizon remains.
Yet all I can do is follow it, my path.
Mine and my Other's.

Source

Hope breeds disappointment.
Love breeds jealousy.
Joy breeds oversight.

Anger breeds loss.
Shame breeds isolation.
Fear breeds waste.

Thought.
Thought breeds despair.

Apathy breeds nothing.

Corruption

The truth of the matter is that Purity has gone.
In the face of such terrible consequences...
How can she allow herself to stay?

I look within and know.
No longer am I what I once was.

How ugly I have become.
No longer merely tainted, I am Sacrilege.
Half sanctity, half desecration.

Yet this corruption brings strength.
Part deity, part devil, yet all my own, I can no longer be defeated.
Unless...

And I cry out to the heavens, to the endless skies above.
Can I still be saved?