I marked place in medieval summer beat
A guillotine prepared for amusement of god and his crowd
Shouting thei annual menace
(Into) the cruel vacuum rapidly descending
Desiring death to anticipate the doom divine, the temptation, his triumph
Thus, as no martyr I burn (at) the cross
With lack of strength to climb out of te white abyss again
Behead me!
For at the deptgs of this spiral
Even death cannot disburden me of life.
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