Now that the ever burning sphereDown the horizon disappearsNocturnal beasts
"Not by rancour does one kill but by laughter."Nietzsche's ZarathustraMurder
Undeniable technique precisely executedUnder the thick fog of frantic beats:Turb
I call thee forth,Adversary from the South!Accuser! Thou who restraineth
As wolves or batsThrough forests or the heightsFragmented into ratsCausing
Towards daily duty drowsy I goEven before the sun to
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