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You are trying to find a salvation

in prayer in forgiveness,

before the altar asking, opening wide

the gates of his soul,

fingering the remnants of necklaces

which you lost in a hurry.

Dividing, the suffering in half,

clutching the crucifix in her hands,

Like a piece of faith, exposing the wound,

and before the heavens on his knees,

asking by a whisper of salvation

from the heavenly retribution

Searching for those lines

in the book of revelations, the temptation

to hide the cross, changing the soul

for a coin, the coin change

on the sincerity and frankness…

Chorus:

Icon from the vaults look stern,

candles amber luster stood in the ruins

of stained glass, and the minutes seemed

an eternity...

Authority sounds temping angels,

opening the heavens, to save

the remnants of mutilated souls,

healing them with his touch