With the innate nature to grow between
the two horns of Satan - inward virtue - you have been correct and careful!
How is it that he who
lights a fire
kills living beings?
They will not escape
this fate anyhow: innumerable
spheres in all directions wake from the trance.
No perceptions - it is not suffering - but we have decided to retire from this world.
Muhammed is the father of no man among you, for the crocodile chooses.
The recapitulation was a disposal of the dead.
Corpse-eating birds, carry the bones.
The sharper people's weapons, the more they riot.
Hollow becomes full and nobody thought
me to be God while I dwelled in the tallest grass.
There I performed the
I worshipped penance.
Renounced birth. In this triple order, unworthy, ascetic.
Only a skull left behind where I saw omens of chaos, adorned and guarded.
Tell me, who are you?
"Sin and Punishment", he replied.
We floated on,
into the sea
refuge from the sand.