I saw how a man passed by and overlooked two pigeons along the pavement; you are lost belief
I saw how a root burned while it was still alive
I saw a big tree quaked at a wind
I saw how memory destroyed a mind
A god thinks his world is the best
So he never changes creature's adversity
He thinks "I am the god and this art of hest
Is my enormous realm and is my majestic rest"
A worm in a dark eye thinks
"How fine and warm this silk is, how true"
He thinks "this world", this tyrant body,
"remains forever shiny and blue"
A Nietzsche thinks "yet there is a way for salve"
With big mustache and midnight dream
So that eagle shouts "superman come on, come on"
how clean his suicide was, burning his scream
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