Open the doors to faith glistening within the breasts
Of men who you ponder on and worship with glee;
Their faith is bigger than a thousand monuments,
Fixing their stare over the negroes and westerners
From the continents so diverse and feared by some.
One faith melts, one faith boils like water
Of the icy variety, and water of the golems
Who fatten themselves with fires and wealth of hardness.
Open the doors to the one who objects to prison,
Offering us what pride is, offering me a golden pen.
This pen I melt into golden objects,
A little mighty weather has instilled me with polite wealth.
Open these gates roaring forth with guilt,
I must undo the spectacles of the east and west
So that birds resent the philosophy of eagles
That turn towards the sun in contemplation.
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