Stairs of rot

Of saints that come , and the sinners go , interwoven in a dark rotten stair way, with their twisted malicious mental .You speak of these infinite heights, broken parted along a ways , of the Devine , yet I'm compelled to stroll n company of the sinister . With the merry silver crowns of fire , that modest men acquire from liberation Of immoral veils . Blades flow to magma at the wintry fingers of an aggressor.  Spew a wrathful blaze soul afire , not afflicted by my rage , but of mercy who let down the savage in the ways .