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   It's too late. There is darkness all over the hill
   Never mind our tears, Adonai,
   I was born to develop my faith as a skill
   For the sake of the Dies Irae
  
   Empty desert absorbs all my screams, all my pain
   Take me, Father, whatever I am.
   There's no shadow and no one to lighten again
   Any stars over Jerusalem.
  
   Handsome face, brazen gaze, what а hell of a place
   Do we need any treason at all?
   I would give up The Heaven for Judah's embrace
   How You've managed the Dearest to fall?
  
   How it feels when your favorite angel is gone?
   Does Your sky look my desert alike?
   I have met him; his voice was so sweet and so strong
   I've upset him refusing to strike.
  
   Here I'm sitting attended by spiders and snakes
   Looking forward my trial to start
   Have You ever been conscious of how much it takes
   To stay faithful while falling apart?
  
   They are up to survive nothing more than a rain
   Famous thunder all over the place
   Never bother considering prayers in vain
   For Your Lordship's ordeal is to praise.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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