Dichotomy of Man's Salvation

Follow me young prophet,
That we may join,
Together with hugs of chaos,
A time apart, a part of me.

Take my hand and sever limb,
So that we can start,
Where we live to shake hands,
With Satan and set me free.

Lets us dance alone with eyes amaze,
On the grail that we must together find,
The place of truth,
Of our indifferent death.

Reflect for you I hate,
A lie embedded infesting me.
I cannot detest for you are me,
Or is it I am you because of me?

Come prophet see through our eyes,
The symbol of our birth,
Look how the spirit is released,
When the two finally become one at ease.