Just look at someone who has left his nest,
I haven't heard from you for years,
and then suddenly I'm wandering around in dead alleys
like an animal,
whining his Head hidden
for fear it will be cut off,
by a ghost in the dark.
Get up now and let me ask,
Is it worth sparing her,
after all that time has brought?
I am the one who brings chaos,
at least that was the plan.
I was able to marvel at so much,
so much murder and famine,
/>War and spontaneous whims,
so much fear and so much death.
Everything was attributed to me,
as if the human being cared about me,
this narrow spirit of poor instincts
in his monument of rubble.
He gave me a shape and a name,
not even you recognize me now.
Wrote a book to banish me,
as kà I can really do evil.
By God I can!
By God I want!
But the human being was always here before me.
I spit blood on this clan ,
who renounced everything
that occurs logically outside the crib,
in life and in this world.
Then the scholars,
visionaries,
who found laws in abundance.
A little snap of the finger is enough
to snatch Adam's remaining relatives
from logic, as they call it,
simply malicious
and everything, what they know so far
spontaneously and arbitrarily called wrong.
What am I talking about?
Forgive me!
You know the person as well as I do
and the confused look in you
it will soon become clear & change.
You enjoy the last word.
The monument will be tired.
You can forgive it as an attempt ,
otherwise it continues.

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