If I could breathe the hate I found in humanity I would be suffocated by its virulent fogs If I could live in my way - no mercenaries I would count on the pain, the only thing I own
I am a man... I am without a leg If I look down I realize that I don’t even have the other one I am a legless man and I don’t have my left arm I don’t have the right one either and I have no spinal column I have no hands... I have no hands... I don’t have eyes... I don’t have hair There’s a lack of nose and ears in my face, I can’t see anything of me: I am a black fly I am misery: I am nothing: You made me a "non-man" dear doctor world
And if I transgress against your catechism I hope many will follow me! If I exist I am no one else: I don’t acknowledge in me this equivocal pluralism My subjectivity subjectivity and the Creator It’s way too much for just a brain This place... In where huge instinctive pulsions are lost: Here there is the Final Apocalypse
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