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Thousands of blows reach your body

Diffusing so painlessly

Today there is a smile of immortality on your lips

Tomorrow dried bloody bile will take its place

Caverns of advices shattered the skin

Caverns of advices slit the entrails

Indicators of life or converters of death

Giving sound to silent arms

That beat to the rhythm

Of hymn of dying

Soon the triumphal face of the clock

Distorted in the mirror of time

Will prevail

Over the putrescent bodies

Like a gigantic vulture

In the eyes of its only master