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I am a dark flame is among the winds of God,
flying with a moan in the distance – as the midnight bell hollow -
I’m in the dark red of the dawn lit mountains
spark my pain, my star bezmocy.

I am king of comets – and the spirit within me wichrzy
as the dust of the desert in the airy pyramid -
I am a lightning storm – and since the tomb quieter
I hide their graves and ochydę trupiość.

I – an abyss of rainbows – and cry over them
like a cold wind on the pond withered reeds -
jam flash volcanoes – and in the marsh lowlands
I go, like a funeral, with boredom and grief.

At sea, playing harps – swirls havens conflagration -
and the sun – my enemy the sun! wzchodzi praising God.

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