Oh the bueatyfull art
All the mighty people,
That holding a part for the god.
Insaide of their minds
is hiding one thought:
Where my soul can be found
after I bary myself in the ground?

Where can I find my way to the top,
how should I know where to stop?
Where is my father - where is the god?
Where is allmighty - the biggest and only layer and froud.

Their eyes are burning and leaving just ashes,
Their skin is cold, but their faith do not crashes,
Oh bueatyfull art, all the desires-amazingly bad
for the people who serving the god.
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