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I’ve seen during all my existence

Men of narrow shoulders

Committing, all of them,

Many acts of stupidity,

Brutalizing their kin

And perverting their souls

By any means possible.

They call to the glory behind their actions

And I tried to laugh as all of them,

But that, futile imitation, was impossible.

We are in a winter night

When the elements fight each other

And men fear.

A night sad as the universe,

As beautiful as suicide,

When the wind, with its grumbling laments

Carries me over with its bone wings

Through a world impatient for my death.

Frivolous humanity, cry

For your spirit died ages ago

Everything you touch has died

Everywhere you’ve been

Is no more the same

We’re too fragile to carry

The burden of our decisions

Too coward to stand up for ourselves

Too human...