Go not backward dear,
Go not backward.
But proceed ahead
And there
All light
You are to get.
No despair,
No vain fancy.
No hell
No heaven, of course.
And life is
In illusions here.
The soul of Mephistophilis
Wanders all night.
Stand-by position
Though, you say
Symbol of prayer
I would say
Fruits of lunacy.
Trust me, dear men,
With love
And with forward march
I am here to gain.
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