Marching, plagues, hate and lies
Men stepping on nails and thorns
tongues of hell and native for heaven
They hurt their bodies to feel less terror.

Torturers, crosses and soutanes
Are the light of their souls.
Choking with the Spirit,
While stilfling poison
Pollutes its foundations.

Screams, whips and wounds,
Goress and vague words
Are touching tender thighs
Of innocent flesh, they live
Drinking bitter tears
Behind the mash, smiling
Of delighted guts.

Miscreants and priests
Of the world are lovers.
Making hae on faith
Grading for their pets.

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