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My fellow men converted to the mules
of an enemy of the right, of a lawless
dragon and of a language with two meanings,
with two cutting edges that changes everything
one into another, destruction instead of creation
the passion full of hope they extinguish her
by a failure. The mules have no more their pasture
and think no more according to the words
but according to the cudgel that stirs the echo
of thousands of labyrinths like a pain that advances
and clears herself a path through the viscera
that give in and through the bones that withstand
and get out with knots through the hardened skin
with the nerves that tie us no more to life.
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