Nature, prodigal beyond measure
Writes an involuntary and unconscious memoir
With rash fingers: life is nothing without appearances
Investigative to the point of atrocity
Stomaching the indigestible
Shunning indignant sufferers
We alone with fabricated purpose
We alone: inexorably enforcing
Exerting cruelty through sacrifice, demanding
Self-presumption of the most fatal kind
Death is a master from Germany
A man traversing a rope stationed above an abyss
Annihilating the insidious
Displacing the eagle and serpent
I have had Caiaphas put in fetters.
If I let my thoughts roam I find no one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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