dementia

If you live in the flames, let it be
because you killed me to get there.
I will never stop chasing after your redemption
go ahead and tell me that I am a half-
crazed fool. But if I be a fool,
let me be a love-driven one!

If "craziness" is the label you pin upon me
to be able to name my passion
for the sinners being redeemed,
then by God, I pray I become just
a little more insane than I am, before I die.

If you must waltz into Hell and swim
in its fire, then I pray it is because I died
in the process of pleading for your soul's salvation.
If I am out of my mind
O GOD! Let it be so!

The End

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