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With the darkness of the night
I disguise myself. With beautiful thoughts I start to fly To higher the heavens Asking for help. I feel how The time sand Want into a whirl To hide me. But the wicked time From my sinner soul My love to God To steal and then, To change it With delusions And feign promises To abjure Him To blaspheme Him To hate Him. That the absolute divine judgment In the house of death To send me. 'Cause is no greater humiliation Then, when... The God of your soul Is forgetting you Forever Put out of His mind that... Time ago He was Also a feeble body Like me. And I try to have At least a ray of light To banish inside of me The darkness of the human soul.
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