I'm The Me, Sin Refugee

I have no Lord! I'm in no God! Oh, I'm the punishment of the opened pains the cursed in the blessed world for the bragging here in the inn of heart the holy wine glass filled with burning coal; I drink it ravishingly as well as ravenously I'm going to die death kisses me mirthfully I regain the life of humiliation Oh, no mortification of thought cuddling me here I'm the me, Sin Refugee wandering port to city known to unknowingly no home I make on the dew of arum leaf shining more than rising sun but after a while much burn I'm in the burned heart burning odour I'm in the ghost likely most living in death -11/26/2019 10: 54: 00 PM CTG, BD