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I shall name desert
that castle you were
Night that voice,
absence your face
And when you 'ill fall in the fruitless ground
I will name nothingness
the flash of lighting which carried you.
To die is a country which you liked.
I come but eternally
by your somber roads.
I destroy your desire,
your shape, your memory,
I am
your enemy
who will feel no sorry.
I shall name you war
and I shall take On you
the liberties of the war
and I shall have
In my hands
your dark and crossed face,
In my heart this country
which illuminates the thunderstorm.
I shall name you war
and I shall take On you
the liberties of the war
and I shall have
In my hands
your dark and crossed face,
In my heart this country
which illuminates the thunderstorm.