Hear Me
Iconoplastica feeling nooses tied to the carotid beardless.
I do not believe the human habits, too many hypocritical divination hoisted to the glory of idols.
I felt that I had never heard a sound.
"I come from afar, I was not segregated in a house made of wood and statues, gold and mosaics, vivid times of excess. I live essence of ancient, raises a stone and I'll be there, moving a timber and you'll find me. " Today
among humans watched with puzzled looks, barter page for sins to be served.
I always heard rumors of alms to high price, packed by expert hands and scrupulous.
I heard from my discerning eye more closely, a tear of despair, a stifling of purple hands that made me melancholy.
I wanted to find my facial features softer, lighter ones to take me from this darkness insistent.
I wanted to be Frank, I tried to resist the temptation to escape and redeem my sins in his hands, in the open, where no one could ever wrap themselves of my losses and give me a lesson in the catechism, so easy to memorize and delete After saying.
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