Papier-mâché

Purihin yaong pigurin; Ako ang diyos, Yapusin, dumugin, ako'y dinggin! Siginarugan, sa lupa ikaw ang kanang-kamay; "Alay sa iyo'y aming pamimintuho!" Pinagmasdan ko ang tagpong ito habang nanginginig. Yaong mga aninong ligáw at Ang pagsusumiksik nilang mga huwad; Gálit ng poon nilang ramdam sa 'di-mabilang na mga yabag. Lumuha ma'y wala itong diringgin; Lahat ng mga ito ay nakagapos—balót sa hinagpis at pasakit. Isa-isang naglalakad sa likha nitóng lupa, habang naaagnas kasamà ang mga puting saplot. Dala ang labintatlong-libong kadena na nakapulupot sa kanilang mga katawan. Ito'y nagsalita sa tono ng isang kulog: "Durugin, durugin yaong mga salot!" Takbo, kawawang nilalang; Dalangin mong hindi na natugunan! Sa nagdaang siglo ng pagkitil, wala na'ng kalamnan, Gutóm na gutóm itong dambuhalang poon, Nguni't ito pa ri'y hinahagkan. Walang-pikit kong pinagmamasdan itong mga anyo, Habang unti-unting nagsisilabasan a

These are my shadows I regard; I joined the game—unprepared. I run. I crawled. I obeyed everything, your criteria. And as soon as I got tired looking for my reward, I panted. I sighed. "I could not live by your desired utopia," my pleading. You told me it would pass. Tapped me on my shoulders while wearing my gray shirt, You scolded me by my shade of choice Humiliated—I still showed my garments: They were nothing but dark, As my every day, As my every day. Felt sorry for the trembles; I knelt down and unhesitatingly apologized—still shaking. "I had no control," I emphasized. "You're bluffing," it echoed a hundred times; Came down to me like raining knives, mercilessly. Into this trench where both of my feet were tested; I breathed in. I breathed out. With glasses on, you asked me if I was okay. I begged for mercy. You held my hand, said it was okay. You laughingly smiled afterwards; Asked me to pray, instead. I prayed, dea