You
wear the pedicel of the Malthusian world
Where you judge
And it will tear apart if you go on
Being a soldier that wears uniform in his court:
There, the population is the only gift,
The space, unsteady,
On the edge.
Where you judge
And it will tear apart if you go on
Being a soldier that wears uniform in his court:
There, the population is the only gift,
The space, unsteady,
On the edge.