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Cold glance of unshaken ice

condemning the herd of resentful ones

opening past and future wounds

with the knowledge of a knife.

Fierce angel of the scythe

who hid under a cunning mask

great warrior of an envenomed nation

treading the court with marble arrogance.

You are the best prepared technically

to reopen the roads to self-surpassing

while under your shadow cry the failed ones

which into the abysses of human misery forever fall.