Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. Voltaire
Blazing up the fire, burn my sacred sins in rain
My beloved desires, die out and lost in pain
Wealth dreams and pyres disappeared in foggy day
Marbled old Messiahs betrayed me hard and loudly I pray
Gloria-Patri
Burning hopes and voices, calling loudly my name
Silent words and noises whisper loudly and say
Gloria-Patri
Κύριε ἐλέησον
Gloria-Patri
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