He who rises up through the head. Straight up
in one of its thinnest channels. When the bodies
are annihilated. He who rises inside. When you see someone
who really cannot give. Who doesn't believe. Provides
dead bodies with gifts of food. Or if the body becomes
too adorned. Mutilated when it becomes mutilated.
Annihilated by hate itself. Then nothing of it is
in it. What can follow will follow.
Unchanged in its form. Turns to the
inner behind of the head's eyes. Maybe for ever again.
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