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I open saint scriptures gospel,

The torn manuscripts of believers' flock.

I cut eyes, which prevent me to contemplate god,

In trinity blaze.

Pride... Wrath... Greed.

I close my eyes.

Unblessed silence tempted "seven" sins,

The rebel in my heart devourS divinity light.

Oh saint lamb, you're a victim in my belly of lies,

In trinity blaze.

Gluttony... Envy and lust... Extravagance.

I close my eyes.