The following work is currently subject to dispute as to translation. It is published here in its "raw" form, translated in accordance with international standards, however as PedroTheBoatBuilder wrote in a now little know form of archaic Catalan, the accurate translation of which is still subject to debate, there is considerable scholarly disagreement as to correct usage and interpretation.
Cut the crust from off my eyes
Burn my flesh with fire
Dash my lifeless body on the rocks
Drag my corpse into the copse
And bury me in borrowed skin
I have no right to live within
Lay me out upon the snow
Leave me to the carrion crows
Naked in this time of toil
Consumed above the frozen soil
I have only ancient seeds to sow
And so the answer must be "no"
I am worthless in this thicket lost
I stumble on this ocean tossed
Hate me with your sharpest lance
The weak relinquish beauty's chance
No more vile within your mind
Than I so vile within mine
Drink your fill and turn away
Those were dreams of yesterday
Tomorrow brings a different light
Dead secretions of the night
Carry only useless weight
A broken will and self hate
Talk of ashes of a future past
A history that could not last
Broken glass glitters still
The glint of blood foretells the kill
And dogs released cannot be tamed
I've no one but myself to blame
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