... then blew the brains out.
Fifth crouched, shutting himself up within himself, out of date in view of progress proud ...
... so later, it concluded inexorably. The sixth flew, winning a great height, emulating the free spirits who did have their own life ...
... to merge with the merciless sun. The seventh expanded their six senses, and are sensitized to pUnto to be part of that limbo that goes beyond the immanent ...
... and sinking into an eternal sleep and cruel. The eighth wept bitterly, but not before hundreds of thorns placed between, seeking martyrdom ...
... which, inevitably, it went to the emptiness. The ninth collected the dead bodies of those who before he died ...
... in the bottomless pit ... 
(...) (...) (...) C
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