The old man pulled down my head

and whispered….

Listen my son,

listen carefully,

for this is what is all about

And this is,

what you cannot,

live without

 

Sin is the undergrowth,

and the saprophyte,

which feed upon life

And guilt is the fire,

which cleanses the sin,

and cuts with a sharp knife

 

Sin is the seed,

sprayed forth from the loins

of the terrible angel Azazel

And guilt is the solace,

flowing from the eyes

of the kind angel Gabriel

 

The struggle between

the bright day,

 and the dark night

And the war between

sin and guilt,

wrong and right,

is the bloodiest

and the most cleansing!’