Sovereign in the sky
Flies the vulture...

Its wings
Dreadful shadows

Shineless eyes

Its living depends on other beings' death
Death means an irresistible taste
A more pleasant existence after the feast

The vulture has no companion
But the silence of perished lives

Flesh and blood
Leads the vulture's senses
To a state of absolute elation

The vulture mastered
The mysteries life and death
Hold in their cores


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