For our throats
tormented from the dark layers,
we will not fear any more radiant dawn.
fought and suffered,
comforts us and free from the shackles
obliged by lost your mind.
Forced into tight places,
no longer perceive our faces,
... just the more dirty hands.
They licked our innocent shores.
They
kind and virgins,
become wind.
Candidi breaths to confuse obscenity:
sinister figures coming out of a perfect actor.
Remotes are eyes,
how remote are the divine consciousness,
live if you do the undead vampires.
Since our lives have extorted any sap.
But it is sweet to be at our
which rest the thoughts elusive
faces disfigured by the lies:
professions of ostentation and false faith,
repeated aloud.
unfair punishment for our memory,
overwhelm us with violence,
while already ruined in the mud.
You stormed my house now for free will.
never win my Spirit,
in you because there is so much beauty hospitable region.
you devoid of all humanity.
Forget pity.
Man created in the image and likeness of God?
-Spes, 07.10.2010-
What is life imprisonment. What is the certainty of punishment.
Whether it every day, day after day, living with the painful memory of what has been done.
What is repentance.
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