Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.

Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...

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