| Tired of opening my eyes again to a paradise of grey mist and blind
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| consciousness, tired of trudging along the steep track of earthly voyage and of
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| staggering like a drunkard through life’s dark catacombs, I slowly raised my
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| morose eyes towards the concave firmament, and dared penetrate the mysteries of
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| heaven
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| Not finding what I sought I raised my dismayed gaze higher, until I caught
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| sight of a throne fashioned of human excrement and gold upon which,
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| with starving pride, body swathed in a shroud made of bfouled hospital sheets,
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| sat he who calls himself th creator
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| He held in his hand a corpse’s decaying torso and bore it in turn from eyes to
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| nose, from nose to mouth, which he began to devour in most terrible ways
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| His feet were immersed in a vast pool of boiling blood, to whose surface two or
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| three cautious heads would suddenly rise like tapeworms from a full chamberpot,
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| and immediately slip back again quick as arrows; |
| a well-applied hit on the
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| forehead was the familiar reward for breach of rules, caused by the need to
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| breathe in another element — for after all, these men would still breathe air.
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| They swam between two waters in a loathsome liquid, giving their best not to
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| drown
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| And then the creator, having nothing left in his grasp, would with the first
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| two claws of his foot seize another victim by the neck as in a vice,
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| and raise him from the reddish substance into the air, there to be dealt with
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| like the others. |
| First of all he would devour head, legs, and arms,
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| and lastly the trunk, until nothing was left
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| And so on and throughout the other hours of his eternity. |
| Sometimes he would
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| exclaim: «I have created you, so I have the right to do with you what I will.
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| You have done nothing against me, that I do not deny. |
| And for my pleasure,
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| I make you suffer.»
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| The Almighty appeared before me adorned with his instruments of torture,
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| in all the glorious aureole of his horror; |
| I turned away my eyes and looked at
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| the horizon
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| He is all
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| Verbum dei manet in æternum
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| He is of fire
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| In ignem aeternum
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| For him we will fall
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| Nihil contemnit esuriens
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| For our fragile desire
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| Nutrimentum spiritus
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| He is creation
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| Omne trinum perfectum
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| He is our will to live
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| Quia pulvis es
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| He is annihilation
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| Corpus vile
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| For him, our lives we give
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| Et in pulverem reverteris
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| He is the golden mountain
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| Mons sinai
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| The light in our hearts
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| A deo lux nostra
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| He is the holy fountain
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| Aquis submersus
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| The sword that ever parts
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| Contraria contrariis
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| He is salvation
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| O fallacem hominum spem
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| Into his hands, I commend thee
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| In manus tuas
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| He is envenomation
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| Sola fide
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| My destination to be free
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| Deo parere libertas est
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| Into his hands, I commend my spirit
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| My love for him
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| Omnia ad dei gloriam
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| Into his hands, I commend my spirit
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| For he has redeemed me
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| My love for him
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| Omnia ad dei gloriam
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| Into my hands I commend his spirit
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| His love for me
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| Deus est mortuus
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| Into my hands, I commed his spirit
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| For I have redeemed him
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| His love for me
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| Deus est mortuus
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| Omnia ad dei gloriam
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| Credo, quia absurdum
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| Coincidentia oppositorum
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| Altum silentium
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| Worship what you’ve burned
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| Burn what you’ve worshipped |