I must asphyxiate the animal of desire,
For its wishes I must quash, like learning is praised.
Wise help I seek for those in song and burden,
Like a soul of strength is mine, like a continuous burden.
Black out the man in the mirror
With the dark help of the lantern.
You have abated thanks to God,
Who helped those in certainty,
Who showed them the royal nature,
The kingliness and greatness,
All to provide and strike at the basics
Of mankind in a jump.
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