Man is purpose of himself
all that one tries for everyone’s
good is doomed to failure,
the saint and the assassin
are a speck of dust that proves
life’s strange idea she hits
both blood and vision.
The idiotic sceptic urges you
to totally retreat and to play
your game because he’s
the only one, a single
game, always the same one.
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