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The sabbath of the penal servitude of willing is only

the spiritualization of cruelty

The failed transmutation of the sorrow of

being on this earth

Mice eating gold

The hatred of everything

generates images of desolation

Repulsion for all that is a seed

Self-erasing world

To be dead, a house must be still

Let it all be deleted

Let all this foundation of earth become desolate

Wash clean the trick oracle of conscience

Shatter the hateful mirrors that multiply and proclaim

Cut off the splendor of the sun

Cover the moon in night

Roll up the scroll of heaven

The days are ended

The fixed time is passed

Open the way, I will take the road