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Far removed from the wretched creed of man,
That slave-like “crown of creation”,
I reject, I deny, I reflect, I despair.
A curse upon all of man's works!
May his empires crumble to dust!

Here I stand for the last time,
Blindfolded and deaf.
I challenge this crooked world
That has been crowned with thorns of gold.

I have never believed in their light,
Because gloom has surrounded me long ago.
As mind, body and soul were once one,
Now divided and gone astray.

Bury my dust secluded,
So no one may ever find
Remnants of a life
So depraved.

My end is already certain,
Yet I shall not yield.

Long are my nights,
And heavy my thoughts of late.
But blinded as I might be,
And greedy as I ever was,
I will now conquer every mountain,
And cast off every burden.

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