The Flowers that Grow in the Midst of Hell

“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.” ― Hermann Hesse

I follow him into the midst of hell,
For he leads me not into the fire,
But into the gardens –
To pick Satan’s most wild flower
From right under his nose.

My rebellion, my love –
I wear it in my hair always.

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