When I see how man humbles himself
In his prostrate position
Before kings and before spouses
Of fallacy the wind of humility blows
Behind the kings and behind the spouses
A great deal of self is bare and nude
But as I look up the sky
Under which we are born
A great inferno and s raging
Waiting to welcome them to hades
Beside them pile faggots and cinder
To ease their journey above.
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