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My face is stone; my soul is sickened

As I look upon the pulling,

Smelly visage of humanity.

I hate everything that bears their fetid breath.

Every fibre, every nerve of my being

Is shaken in disgust.

Wherever I am, I’m besieged

By their presence

As they come to lick the surface of my feet.

There’s nothing I hate as much as the contortions

of those great architects of protests,

those gracious donors of frivolous hugs,

those obsequious talkers of useless words,

who attack everyone with their kindness

and treat the same way a man of merit and a fool.

My eyes are blinded by disgust,

But the city can only offer me

bile-stirring performances

tireless proof of humanity’s foolishness.

through his mask is the traitor fully revealed,

he is known for what he is everywhere,

his candid eyes and his sweet voice

only deceive those who do not belong here.

As ravens hungry for slaughter

the foolish men gather around the corpses

of those who tried to purge

the vices of the time.