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From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground |
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giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the |
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inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as |
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the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all |
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man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant |
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nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous |
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movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the |
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horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of |
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possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. |
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Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried |
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out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter |
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darkness can be likened to light. |
