Whatever you steal from the devil - keep it.
Whatever you own and possess, kill it and decide
The ruination of your trusted object.
This life has a fate so possess it by every means,
Your fate is your fate, so keep it!
My thieves are numerous, but never do I take another
Man's soul without laughter, so the devil has
Spoken and talked and whispered.
Whatever your intelligence - dream it!
It is the soul of philosophy to question a learned man
When his thrust is a subject of knowledge and wisdom.
Let a supper be wasted once the liar is contained,
I have to listen to you more often
As you speak so sensibly, my faithful friend.
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