A Broken Life

The mort of a spinning heart
Gliding in an orchard of lost souls
A hermit forcing
A time and world perturbed
A method; ethic
Destroy a cast spirit
Bound in ink dripped lies
Ruling dark
Destitute upon his own shores
Of ten houses demolished
By greed and will of other
Fly off to the bushes
Cry for in secret
Destitute; an executioner
Ply, place the world, a universe
Not a home.

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