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I have no memory beyond this earth
and beyond Christianity. I would
cease no more to see myself in this past.
Nonetheless always lonely, tortured,
excruciated, persecuted. What I was
in the past centuries I re-find nothing
but indistinct wars. Today the low, weak,
wicked race has invaded everything.
You hear it as cracklings in the ear,
“Adore, give, sacrifice, follow the laws,
give it up, fuck off!” as if he drove
a jackass with the pole into the otherworld,
sprinkled with all the dust and ash
of the repentance. “Everyone for himself,”
the angel whispers to me, “It’s not worth
sacrificing not even a single hair ‒
you shall not do it! Nor for this country:
nor shall you do good to the whole world.
Those who urge you to sacrifice your pleasures
are some buffoons, some bad guys, some demons.
Let nothing lure you. Are the humans better than flies?”
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