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"The divination of being has never been unfinished. My heart is torn, and sin freezes the blood!*
Finally, I dictate my last litany for you, for you the "bleeder" of my spirit tortured.
New visions disturb my thoughts? Is this the Termination of this satisfied alienation?
Bullshit yes... Now I desert the ranks of the blind vicar.
I dig up the ruins of the virtues of lucidity Now, I can finally enjoy my revenge...
My revenge for being disowned and banished!"
Behind the collar of my torn tunic
Is hidden. tight fetters of a miserable life.
Where exacerbated servitude gives birth
The ineffable suffering of an unequaled solitude.
No prophet can henceforth disturb my serenity.
I chases away the false archangels impostors messengers
The wings cut by the truth I live again.
Slave frees the voice.
Ex-vassal of the divinity guardian of my virginity.
Floods with contempt I wake up
The pleasure that is this forgotten sensation
The buried guilt.
The ecstasy of the touch has completely destroyed.
The whore tied up, I finally penetrate the flesh.
Spitting on the face of the lost sheep;
The accumulated frustration of my swollen body gushed out.
Violently soiling the entrails of the frightened virgin.
Under the gaze of the voyeur, the Accusing God becomes
Witness to the immaculate ravage of the ascension of my freedom.
Homines quod volunt credunt