They call it popular conscience
and it is an unusual fever
it offends reason and fuels ideals of equality
I will not let this horrendous epidemic infect souls
I will spread terror among my people
and I will brandish my scepter against all reluctance
The night watches and does not advise
drags dismay and cumbersome hours
a blind darkness as anger as agony
His majesty seeks quiet among the silk pillows
seek the sleep of the righteous among precious marbles and frescoed ceilings
seek an oasis of peace for the soul.
I will not leave this indomitable rabble a way of escape
/>the dog that has already bitten its owner
certainly one day or another will try to do it again
The night is a fall without a hold
the jarring friction of nightmares and remorse
br/>a void of air and hope, of lucidity
His Majesty seeks quiet among silk pillows
seeks the sleep of the righteous among precious marbles and frescoed ceilings
seeks an oasis of peace for the soul so distant as to forget
the brutal way with which he demanded devout obedience
His Majesty seeks quiet between silk pillows
but the rest of the just is the domain of a kingdom called conscience
you will compromise with the good God
you will cover altars with diamonds
you will obtain indulgence and the ability to overturn the meaning of the commandments

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