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Sisyphus’ punishment

Endless task imposed on us

To break nature shield, to wound the mountain,

hands and spirits.

Lay the dynamite, make the rocks quiver and collapse

Our destiny bound with destruction,

Unsatisfied, belligerent, we tear the soil from within.

We heard, its heartbeat, its silent breath, the point reached.

Usurping the beloved land, a toll we were eager to pay.

Unsatisfied, belligerent, we teared the soil from within.

In darkness we struggled, in darkness we rest.

The ones who crawled below suffered a greater punishments

as Dolomia took its vengeance.