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CiliciumCaput ad altare inclinans!Honor et gloria! Manibus junctis! oremus! His is the air that I breath for I have given all I had to Him His are the Eyes from wich I see Blessed I am and faceless I shall become I see an altered horizon continously changing shape, where tombstones grow like trees ...marble fading to nothing, Malice through the stones Et admirata est universa terra post Bestiam! |