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because dawn carves the birth of man and the idea

on the look of the dunes, other than the falling meteors

The madness of revenge is left with the lust for woe

at the gate of history and death,

and between sand and rocks

the bleeding man unleashes the Sign,

pours out the curse of silence,

and shrieks like the sun

as the sun rises when the eyelashes shrivel

and it awakens in the reign of “blood”

blinded by the eruption of flames.