I have seen the overwhelming night
Envelop the soul with its fever and black light.
I have dissolved the salt into your sweat,
Left the madness of a monkey to the side.
I make a melody from fruits and engineer
My words with increasing alacrity due to speech.
My soul is the regarding kind, the lawful kind,
Of those souls mine is the better at decision.
I choose to defend the arches and colonnades,
From barbarians that attack in an innocent way.
This soul is best at divisions and schisms,
The nation is wholly suited to disarmament.
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