Those who goad the goat through the tyre;
Those who reject the feminine light;
Those who idolise tribal gods;
Those who bless the bones of the carcass;
Those who sharpen the teeth of metal tigers;
Those who build bloated, garish monuments;
Those who crush the fragile flowers;
Those whose souls are pure machinery;
Those who serve the darker powers;
Have not balanced their vital life force.
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