One sense of superiority overwhelmed me from above,
I replied only to stationary objects that cast a light of dying
Natural loveliness, and so I shook my head to warn us tightly,
Breaking the bonds so uniform as can be expected.
They were the component parts of a dragon,
So flicking the switch to let the light on was sacred,
For then a dragon may seemingly invent the tragedies of all
By wiping the brain with its tongue,
And burning boulders replace us!
For the sense of superiority was a fine emotion,
He saw the bones of my soul, and he saw the cadavers
Of the distant world, seeking him from afar
Through an orb of disasters.
All I needed was a chunk of bread.
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