Devoured Compass

As I sit here.


Burning incense



I don’t burn

This place down.


Burn statistics.


No notice.


I noticed I was

Burning inside.


My burning desire

To finish off what

I started.


No Not that…


He that has burned ashs.


I’m the reincarnation

Of not who I was

In the pastence.





Coarse faces!


Into a blazing

Mistaken glory!


Made a Mess!


Burning some

Of the rest

Of .


The demons.


I possess

A ominous


Of office.


Offing some on



Bulbs blown

Burned out.


I am the sin

You always

Dream about.


How delicious

I am to saints…….


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