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Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śsliny jestem, Ja, jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, n

The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde. Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith n

Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, Precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collectiv