The Lost Ones

"We just wanted to be heroes!" the lost ones shouted.
"We didn't think we'd ever turn out to be villians of destruction," they weeped.
"We never thought in order to become the hero, you had to sacrifice your soul," they shouted breathing heavily.
"We were promised redemption and a paradise to call home," one said while sniffling.
"It is but truth, in order to conquer darkness you have to sacrifice a bit of light each time," the wind whispered sweetly.
"If you do only what is right, not to please so don't boast about the genuine things you faked to put your heart into when you were treading on your evil ways the entire time," the wind whispered while getting stronger and angry.
"We were born to sacrifice our entire lives, why must we ever boast?" The lost ones said confidently knowing their morals.
"So tell me, what is it you truly desire?" The wind asked.
"Eternal life in a paradise beyond our imagination,"
"And so it shall be," the wind said and calmed entirely.
Vanished like we will someday, maybe tomorrow, or in an hour, or in three weeks. None are promised eternity in filthy temporary flesh. Nothing at all will carry evil with, for if you're not pure, you're not mine.