Why you set fire on me
Like a chickpea in the pot
Ceaselessly leaping flames
Burning me atop
Why you scuttle my boat
Ebbing a retreat
Mayst mercy cometh
With greatest tribulation
What shall consume
Pleasure flesh and grown up skin
Tearing my love apart
With lower abasement
Begone from my sight
Reigning wrath on me
Until neither existence, nor
Self remains to trouble thee
Burn me, O trusty friend
My victory awaits
After my death
In being burnt I live true
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