Antidote

Until when, my God
will you be asking me to beg you
to grant me a more powerful poison
than that before it?
How much longer will I be counting rosaries
in which the last bead shines brighter?
How many seconds yet a bigger seashell
will swallow within her younger sister?
How many days shall I fast stronger
than the old hungry man earlier?
And God – until when a more tender Death
will fall down under sickle?

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