My soul alight, salvation above the far-fetched dreamThe ray of God I welcome, eternal warmth under heavenly beamIn birth I was pure, through life I was made corruptThe pain I felt wasn't needed, the despair slaying my hope abrupt The ray is not soothing, the death rays of hatred a millionThe...

Though I did not have a candle, I knew from reading things from the Joy of Satan that what matters most is what is in your heart. So, on the first day of my new becoming, and the undeniable happiness that has ensued upon this day, I write this poem as a loving dedication to the God who should...