Focus, and Locus

I learned that I have forgotten
My center.

My purpose -mired in doubt,
My modus, twisted by fear.

The path is lost to me.

I must find another.

Let the world burn-
as Cain and Christ sup
upon the souls of the angry
and weak.

and in the ashes,
and my newfound
shall etch out
a new beginning.

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