Your Poetry Dot Com - The sanctity of a soul

I'm in this game as a mortal soul searcher,
mortal soul schorcher, inner flame torcher,
burns away the false portion,
beneath the skin, my blood burns,
casting neither judgment nor extortion,
beneath the ruins lays a fortune,
pure, no element does it conform with,
No fear or anxiety penetrate it,
it is beyond conciousness,
It is my soul I will hold against any encroachment,
I shall not change my ways,
to satisfy your misconceptions of the game,
misdirections to be saved,
I force my own direction towards the grave,
Glory to he?
fuck that, glory to me and all that see,
the sanctity of one's soul,
in realtionship with anything that may be.

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