When you want to show That your life has passed away When the death around you Could reason be your voice? Your feelings could change suddenly Neither love, nor hate Only the endless anticipation For the alternation of His Dogma Dogma, from the hate horde Of merciless preachers of Jesus Dogma, from all of them Ulterior, servants of Him And when we feel that season Has passed away We will dream of The absolute freedom Freedom to raise the voice Pure outburst of rage In this mysterious and not promised Dogma of fear and hate Dogma, from the hatred horde Of merciless preachers of Jesus Dogma, from all of them Ulterior, servants of Him
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