Apart all the meat ...
Contrary to all reason ...
A prisoner to the Christian feast of commemoration.
The martyrdom complete with the ritual sacrifice.
Pieces of my body is off of me.
The fire enegrecido through my veins.
Blood for oil that roam my body.
And the pain it is to hold fast on my body.
My morbid reality front, worse with the state fire
sulfuric stench, the crematorium pirofobia insane religious
Great rite invoking destructive fire
My soul is prepared for the area where you bit
For the celebration and joy of his appearance
Christ was raised to meet faithful in their worship.
The ash that remains so I ...
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