You have already been killed
For your attachment to
Fruitive activities,
For your mean-mindedness,
For your feeling not pleasure to see
The flourishing conditions
Of others,
For your uttering harsh
And piercing words,
For your finding faults
With the saintly persons.
But I am in truth and
Not under the clutches of illusion,
I am in perfection.
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