Devoured Compass

As I sit here.

 

Burning incense

Hoping.

 

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.

 

Blasting!

Crashing!

 

Coarse faces!

 

Into a blazing

Mistaken glory!

 

Made a Mess!

 

Burning some

Of the rest

Of .

 

The demons.

 

I possess

A ominous

Posts

Of office.

 

Offing some on

Switches.

 

Bulbs blown

Burned out.

 

I am the sin

You always

Dream about.

 

How delicious

I am to saints…….

 

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