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Time is inexorably running out

Involuntarily whispering familiar words

Drinking the scents of incense through the

Bars

Roses scattered under the feet of the chasubles

And only the scream of silence blasts your head

Old age among the flowers left behind

Mocking secrets among grasses unmowed

Your hands the same,  though already gray

Folded in prayer but dirty forever

Among the flowers left behind...

Folded in prayer! Dirty forever!

So why do i follow you on the dark path of suffering?

Why do i fall into a river of vile deeds for you?

Why are the nails in my hands so cold?

Can i hear the truth from your mouth for once?

Are the slippery hands always holy?

Is it really so easy to deceive me?

All your wrongs shout in my head!

Tears drip with mercy through those you touched

As i hear the quiet, involuntary sobs

Deeper and deeper a pattern is forged

Is this the way it should be, will it stay this way?

Day after day i get used to it, feeding the venom to daily life

With hands soiled with a slimy mass

Once the dirty secrets were astonishing

The scream of silence that used to tear my head apart

Today it soothes my heart, it gives me satisfaction

Miserere nostri!!! Domine!!!

Miserere nostri!!!!!!! Domine!!!!!!

In nomine patris, in nomine patris