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I go out walking, I take the side streets
Find hidden churches I have never seen
In houses line sleep those for it to nourish
On stone outside, my own place of worship
My sal and my sins bend as it pleases
Blessings are sings, my secret diseases

I press my lips against the stone steps of the city,
Lash on my back, bleed into the streets of the city;
Vowing silence, I start & I pray to the city;
A den of thieves is the temple of God; the city.
Scala Sanctum

"those who adore the pop kiss whatever he gives them to kiss"

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