are the words left half
preconceptions are bigots and proud
are at the heart of which I forget
make you wilt and crumble plan
so without you noticing
arrives in the city of beasts
are the connections to get rust
dreams are left to rot
to take revenge on you because
did you put the world
and have them mercilessly left
die of hunger, cold
and hard is the way
to return to the snowy forest of conifers
from which to observe the animals
and laugh their
ignoring their god
their inconsistency
their sadistic days
and their fleeting minutes
their hatred for uncontrolled
their bestial humanity.
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