This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying...

Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I...

The bio sheet remains
incomplete...

Going within to feel
the war moves.The pagan...

Understanding the poverty
of the earth, the pain...

Poetry of vengeance.
This was not any pulverized...

In my assets
you blaze...

Do not give me a shrine.
Not for me...

An indecent
exposure. It was not...

Becoming myself,
in the light of a flint, I...

To drink the sea,
spilled over...

Do not
give me a dream...