Once enthroned
The son of pain,
Prince of error,
Person of terror,
No longer regrets
His sad condition.
br/>Passes through the world
Dead among the living.
Within a month
The propitious season
Three times three
The pregnancy that of the offspring
That reappears
Among mortals
To rekindle
That old flame.
Wandering over
the rubble of history
Without tracks to follow
Memories or heroes
Descends into the void
He and destiny
Alone.
The fruits of existence
Once in your hands
They weigh like the years
Of death and betrayal
Of a humanity
That always allows itself to be governed.
After a time
There will be no
No future
Awaiting you.
Rule alone
The immensity
Lord of all
In your vision.

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