.La révolte gronde, sourde mais distinctement,
Ãbranlant le monde de son ressentiment.
Fruit de la vengeresse colère
Née de la castration millénaire,
Son poing hurlant lentement se dessine
Au-dessus de la cité dorée et de ses cimes,
Prêt à fondre sur les masses éb.
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