First came hunger, then came desire, and shortly after came madness. It was war, peace can seldom be found. No end, no hope, filled with agony and torment you must be. Often I ask myself, when everything is headed down and there seems to be no way up, where do you take refuge? Far-fetched as it may be, I found what I sought most. I found my peace, my getaway, my solution. Oh, but is it my fault that I crave for goodness? That the only pleasure I ever take comes in the form that others treat as a disgrace? An abomination to mankind, they cry, but I pay no mind as I rest easy. There came a time where it was no longer enough, I crave my paradise in every inch of me. I used to pray for fulfillment, honor, happiness, and salvation. I caught a glimpse of you, staring at me from head to toe, checking every part of my body—even those I was afraid to show—and telling me how beautiful my flaws made me. The sensation of eternal peace combats the degradation of my soul. Pin me to a cross if you must, nothing will stop my will. If wicked I must be to experience all the goodness of life, then wicked I shall be.