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The history is a nightmare from which
no one wakes because she’s of no importance
it’s important that you believe in what you see.
The Devil always attacks The Saviour
he multiplies his arms, he multiplies
his weapons, his armies, the Devil
and his hosts hurl themselves
throw arrows, missiles at Him projectiles
with shrapnel break banging
into the mountains of fire that make up
a shield above his head. The veins
on the temples of Mara, the devil swell
with mischievousness and wrath
nonetheless the Saviour goes on staying
impassive under the fig because the man
must not indulge in carnal life because
this carnal life is humiliating, horrible
shameful and in conclusion is dolorous.
The Law is a Fire. And Christ came and said
that if two get together He will be the third.
Christ is with us however the Devil doesn’t
tire of boasting about the numerous things
that he embodied, he says there wasn’t any
shape in the universe without being his, too:
“I was a commander of battles, I was
a sword in the hand, I was a bridge that traversed
sixty rivers, a bridge that united two stars,
I was foam of the waves, I was a light,
I was a tree, I was a dog, I was a word
in a book, in the beginning I was a book
I was a soldier who slept in the bed
of the war widows and so on.”
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