Neon and pure light: A poem

Picture the devil standing tall 

When we crashed out of Eden’s wall 

What was forsaken for a sweet fruit’s morsel 

To gain a life in a cyclical hell 

If we are ailing, we seek a cure 

But do we medicate to become pure? 

Why do angels have their wings clipped 

And beasts have honey on their lips? 

Wagering our bets on winning horses 

Denying the prayer of lost causes 

The ghosts of reason haunt our souls 

Profit is the rainbow of our goals 

But to pay our debts with a day in prison 

Is the price for an eternity of freedom 

That if we blind our eyes to the light of neon 

Will have the true illumination carelessly foregone