You fool.
You lurk around the place
stained with your very own blood.
And you desire that that
led you to this decadence?
How foolish, mortal.
Denying by lying,
in the name of hope, of love.
Save yourself or behold,
the fiery flames of hell,
my pertinacious saint.

i can't see the end to this winding stairways. up or down?