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Inter faeces et urinam nascimur

Whose creative thought is to be accused for this surrounding firmament?

It’s only worse to glorify misery

A flashback of disgust - a late avoidance

It’s only worse to be an anchoret

Dead to the world

Father!

Father - Forge a chasm for the blind

Father - Erect the wall against heinous tides

Father - Chant the anthem of our decline

Father - Bring oblivion onto our eyes

Naked geometry of creation

Strikes the self as horrendous forms

The illnesses of imagination

Will hold on the pillars from collapse

Until the leeches choke on blood

And all lights gutter out

And there is nothing left to remember

Inter favilla et stellae non sunt

What was the scale of illusions that made us believe in God's riddles?