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I advance into this world mechanically
Without a single pang of regret
A loathsome insect
A toy in the hands of an angry God

Hands that forged the legal system of nature
On which man spits disdainfully
In the flowering time of his existence
In his indignation

In every serious human idea
There remains something

We cannot express to others
Something hidden from the public gaze

I advance into this world pathetically
I am full of regrets
At first a smile, then a frown
A face in the hands of a merciful God

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