What is desolation? Where are your eyes in this chaos?
Between heaven and earth, our vision is limited like the coldness
Of water in the Antartica, in the way of the awesome godliness
Of saints, so richer is the peace of our waves and envies.
In the lamp of harm is a hawk flying towards an iris of gold,
They blink, they stink, and their chains are mended from ores of death.
Between my love and your love is a bitter river of chaotic worries,
Internal woes exist like a door of resentment, opened with curiosity.
What is desolation? Where are you and the enemies of gold and silver?
The richer men subsist from nightmares and daydreams, unfortunate!
The relish of meat entices just men to anger the old political society,
This rearrangement of the city is like the ordering of the thinking cosmos.
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