Be the first to throw your pebbles of diamond
At the same creature who devours the young.
His beauty is exactly strong, for the beauty is far,
He is far with the trajectory and is far with beauty,
For his face is that of fear, for his riddles are strong.
He is the first to become a stone of patience,
Inside his heart is another pebble of brilliance,
His heart exalts his Maker with felicity to fetch.
The pebbles will strike the devour-er and eat its body,
Goading the satanic flesh, crazing its soul,
Killing its membranes for the whole reaction of crowds.
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