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The false, maniacal,
ferocious, tight-fisted
scholars merchants
explaining texts
they transform
a body into a corpse
let’s re-find
the innocence let’s be destroyers
as were Attila
and Genghis Khan let’s blast
these useless insolent
critics that dirty
the works of
art, the Poetry. We must burn
them with the
fire of the idea. These cruel
exegetes dig the
national grave of the catastrophes.
They are some Negroes
full of old scab they lick
the shit from
Satan’s factory, animated by the fever
and the cancer
humble, they seem to be asking
to be boiled
in hot tar. The smartest thing is
that the
artist leave this stage.
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