The Spiritual Arsonist

I have ignited my inner being

by burning the wicker man I was

the fires of rage have exhausted

the eternal flames of love burn

My womb has been the ashes

my home it is an urn

I’ll soak you in the ether

to watch your essence combust

burn away the impurities

As the charcoal is activated

other contaminants absorbed

my spells are spoken digitally

my grimoire made from

the runes on my keyboard

we dance amongst the flames

and rise higher for the sky

a particle in the pyre

only those who live

can truly never die

we ride on salamanders

into eternity

take my burning hands

ignite your volatility


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