I see on this path a warrior of worship,
The sun has beaten his skull with its heat,
Being silent and complete, like most heavens.
I see on this path a dancer in crimes due to him,
Many have crossed his path to be subjugated
By his wading legs and hanging arms,
They fix their stare at the sellers.
Those who sold then their eyes and squint
Shall scrutinize the pavement
And describe the youth in their heads and heart.
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