Soldiers are in operation, all-through,
Like a war so bound to disbelieve in wars.
Unmistakable are the immaculate generals
To thinkers and to philosophers and guests.
Agree to them whilst your stay on this world
Is conquering the animals and workmen.
The figure is an impressive poison for the purpose
Of war and battles raging in History.
Bless the serenity, the absolute creation of will-power,
Blessing us as well, forming collisions
And afterwards there are mountains to climb.
Drifting is a soldier, drifting is a war
So conquering you, and the whole light of the world.
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