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The wicked desires
the taste for luxury, the envy
the sinister emulation make
the society work like a sect
render the existence,
the interesting life possible
produce residue, ferment
the yeast of the thinking.
The prayer is the result
of the despair, of the inability.
The foodstuffs that we get
from these acid passions
are nothing but mould.
Everywhere there’s general
hunger. We leave mountains
of waste behind. From certain
siestas of the stuffed gluttons
you emerge as from a tragedy.
Thou Almighty God!
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