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 Blood that was shed And brought not fortune, Sciences and arts Where man found not fortune, All lies casts aside Along life's frightful way.

A monster huge Of bluish color, And called the past, Creeps aft mankind, Devours it all With mighty jaws, And, insatiable, Grows day by day.

Mankind rushes on And ever onward. And again new gods, And new kings, And new battles, And new arts, And new sciences,— And again all lies Behind him far In the spiral's path As the monsters prey.

And the spiral spreads and spreads Through endless space. And wretched mankind Thus chases fortune. Joyful cries at times