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
Great Death.
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,
heavenly,
as the
entire
army
rode
into the sea
to seek
refuge from the sand.
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