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Слушать(AI)Hate You Christ I Do Not
Hate you,
Christ,
I do not, or seek.
I
In you as in the others gods, your elders.
I count you as neither more nor
Than they are, merely newer.
I do hate, yes, and calmly abhor
Who seek you above the other gods, yours equals.
I seek you where you are, not
Than them, not lower, yourself merely.
Say god, needed perhaps because there was None like you: one more in the Pantheon,
More, not purer: because the
Was complete with gods, except you.
Take care, exclusive idolater of Christ:
Is multiple, all days different from each other,
And only as multiple shall
Be with reality and alone.
Written under the pen name of Ricardo Reis
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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