Do not cry, your burns
Exalt the language of the organ which defends itself
Now, admire
The purification of the ruins which were erected
br/>Slayer, or executioner
Of the innate symbiosis between several consciousnesses
You finish off, you mutilate,
Your own body in this material prostration
The stigmas of excess, water the chaos
with the blood of innocence, flouted in profit
A wall will rise, higher than the sky
and will sweep away our certainties, disastrous and illusory
Fateful, and illusory!
Infamous revelation, to observe,
the work of the cycle by our hands, an end without exit
You will see, you who discover this glow, you will burn!
Innocence, after so many evils, never experiences compassion

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