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Look!
The unclean spirit is emerging
from the
man, from the fat man and
from
the scrawny man he walks
on the
rooftops and through the loos
he’s
looking for barren realms
he’s
looking for rest within the man
he’s
only had his share of mishaps
and he
won’t find his place at all
and gets
entangled with the feet
of the
politicians and thieves
so that
he have fun a bit. The true
hope
smites the earthly hope mortally.
And
that’s what he does, the unclean spirit
thirsty
for unity ‒ he smites. This is irreparable.
In
other words, God is so slow like a wild
rose full of firm and mild will.
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