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And here I am sitting in front of the great book of the names of men

Oppressed by the burden of my task

A feather broke off and, whirling,

Caught fire when it hit the ground

A soul has separated from its body

A tear falls down my face

As I delete a name on the right hand sheet

I sigh as I cover my four faces

With the hood of my great cloak

I fly up to assert

The divine justice that accompanies my deeds

A soldier serves the country, an archangel serves the Messiah

A shiver shakes me and my plumage lights up,

A new little feather has appeared strong and shiny!

I go back to sit at my old desk

And moved by joy I write a name on the left hand sheet

My existence: an eternal oscillation between pain and joy

My destiny: to reside in the third heaven without (ever dying!!!)