Avalanch
Miscellaneous
Torquemada
In God's time on an altar,
his face emerged from darkness.
Sowing terror, bringing evil,
torture, horror, death and bonfires.
Coward and traitor,
hidden behind false beliefs,
executioner as well as orator
who could be heard laughing with each sentence.
The church delegated into his hands,
he fell and granted and now he regrets.
No matter your age or religion,
no matter the color, you are just firewood.
Eyes that do not see
heart that does not feel although it weighs.
History reminds you of the error,
respond before God or before your conscience.
Over the flames of terror was born
a song to a new day, to a new sun.
Suffer in silence your evil, your God
he still heals his wounds and his pain.
He is blind
he who is not look back
and recognize your mistake, your big mistake.
Where is
all that humility
that your God preached?
Where is it ¡?
Above the flames of terror was born
a song to a new life, to a new sun.
Suffer in silence your evil, your God
awaits you in the afterlife , with his blessing...
Blind is
he who does not look back
and recognize his mistake, his great mistake.
Where is he
all that humility
that your God preached?
Where is it?

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