| From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground
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| Giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the
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| Inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as
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| The joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all
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| Man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant
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| Nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous
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| Movement towards the void. |
| Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the
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| Horizon a bit more, this wound of God; |
| it is the assassination of the abyss of
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| Possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures
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| Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried
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| Out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter
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| Darkness can be likened to light |