Not your burden, that word of love;
Nor your passion, this one of hatred.
All I seek is solitude.
Cease, and desist,
Wave not hands in prayer,
Abel, just squirm and die!
Watch, my sun sets,
far on a horizon beyond
your mortal eyes,
Singed with greed, human.
Witness the crawl of death,
dance if you will,
over that burning pyre,
earth, that was once mine.
Thirst for more, over
drying twigs—food.
cackle as you drool,
over these ashes mine.
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