Time: the Arsonist

Set it ablaze. Within my temple that is boundless. Set it ablaze. My limitations which are groundless. Set it ablaze, The Phantom of our shadows. Soundless, in its measure. Burning without flame. Yet these ashes seem to linger. Burning without Fame. Or even lifting a finger. Burning without blame. No matter where you bury this treasure. An infinite fire of death and life. Burning in unity for some. A definite ire to thrive. Relentless but never a triumph. The benefit of it's Shrive, Absolving self into this fire. Burning Forever. And ever...