Holy you are.
To us near and fare.
Feeding us with all your treasures.
So we can live in joy and pleasures.
Your different children are so many to see.
Exiting to one another they could bee.
But no, in great fear some of them are hold.
With no feelings for the holy that they rape bold.
Many are trapped in the game of illusion.
Some are awakening in great…
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