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Fides Inversa
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III
A desire way greater than creation.
There is no grin, there is none, you fools!
Just weepings and gasps of torment from his chest.
Absorbed by the fire of fate,
unable to comprehend the sense of the dreadful presence.
His horrid presence, in the bitter disgust
that explodes in the deepest corner of the soul.
Here he is harboured.
In this very ravine of each human he lies.
Firm and hard, hides his sneer, noticed but unseen.
And there is no love and no hate,
and there is no hope they will ever exist
for he arouses nothing but apathy.
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