quae nunc, populi mei

where evils and torments hide

in the closet under boxes

inside urns of times forgotten

and disposed of like a bomb

glory be if it comes

by light but the night

is a begger and to hide away

her love she stabs me in my heart

the man will leave and take

away what will save him for

a day without noticing the silence

in the hills

of all the tools that have been

given by the only tree of life

depends on many factors writ in bloods

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