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Gods are dumbs (English)

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She was white. Green in places, often blue.

Nothing could really qualify her.

She was heating up at a hectic temperature, and then freezing all.

Changing, different, she was never the same.

Twisting slowly, over and over, per habit.

She appeared tired, aging, twisting without a halt

Her skin emerged, fighting not to sink in the depth.

Struggling, circled by her torturers.

Four of them, who once benefited her

Each his own  pace, dancing around her

Two cursed couples.

On each side, losing a bit of themself

And she, poor naive, was struck by this scourge.

Prisoner of this eternal round, having created it by mistake

She should never have been, but can not turn back.

Innocent, doomed to pay the price of her existence.