From heaven to hell

Hope

I need not know dark.
I need not know silence.
I need not know sadness.
I need know only the light.
I need not know death.
I need not know the weeping.
I need not know the mourning.
I need know only life.
I need not know the red ceiling .
I need not know the flames.
I need not know the heat.
I need know only the blue sky.
I need not know my past self.
I need not know my olden memories.
I need not know my past actions.
I need know only the present me.
I need not know despair.
I need not know pain.
I need not know suffering.
I need know only hope.

Hope which brightens the light.
Hope which supports all of life.
Hope which shines bright under the kingdom of the blue sky.
Hope which makes the present me stand up once more.
Hope is the root of goodness.

Hope which had once abandoned the darkness that was light.
Hope which had once belonged to the mourning and the dead.
Hope which once existed in the souls trapped under the red ceiling.
Hope which turns into despair and shatters me.
Hope is the root of evil.

And thus,
I need not know my past despair.
I need not know my future hope.
I need know only the present and the despair hidden under the guise of hope.