On Modern Saints Testo

i will make a climb over the towering gate. distance screams at me not to fight with fate. i'll go on scraping life from the walls and listen for their upsetting calls. i look for life in the walls and between. i have come to set a blaze to the rooms no one will see. embers fill my eyes as i round the fire. i stand in awe as it burns the entire. faces are lit as i fan the flames. escape is found only over the fading gate from which i came. i cringe.