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The galaxy of the absurd
pushes the martyrs into suffering
generates acts that the man
accomplishes that he isn’t even
able to fancy, innumerable are
the modes wherein the fate
scoffs at people’s things, in all
that they do ‒ the ambition
and the violence like a tempest
of fire now she breaks out
now she squats down like a beggar
under a wall. Nonetheless all of them
are paid without any discount
as at the usurer. The crimes
are incessantly woven. The horns
and the trumpets of the destiny
are incessantly sounding
and all of them are done
as in a children’s game.
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