Perfect Consumption Poem by Ghost Legend
Perfect Consumption
The time has come
To be undone—
Rejuvenated.
Crime has spun
One alone,
Infatuated
With rebirth;
Rehearse
The hurt
First—
Thirst's
Curses
Lurk
Worse,
Ever
Evolving,
Revolving,
Controlling,
Consuming
Hearth.
See what I see through a flames' burst;
Heed the smoke's billows out of frame—
Nurse
The rhythm to the pace at a place versed.
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