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How fast the shadow passes said Marcus Aurelius
Soul is temporary, isn’t it, he hoped
Banded with demons for the third time
The guilt his pustule, man a sacrifice and life a sub specie of a boil

Discontent is what is perfect
Since ancient times you cannot lose what you did not have
Ponder

If you separate yourself once
If you learn about the inherited justice of pain
Can poison and arson be useful
Have you not become too lenient Marcus Aurelius
Before divisions and longings
Provoked on purpose

Today things are completely open
Until the bloodthirsty wind knocks them down
And carries them away into tomorrow which will not be

For that, Marcus Aurelius, whenever you look at yourself
Remember if the shape is an obstacle to the essence
And answer who is the bigger liar
The dream or the shadow in the mirror