May the heart is a resting place.
And the darkness should not tarnish their face.How bounded his mind’s horizon be.
That undiscovered slavery would not make him free.The love has faded, out of greed.
Benefaction and oblation, only a printed good deed.The eyes are concealed from the asthetic landscape.
All those abominable and unappealing views took its shape.They are not poor from lacking treasury.
It is the stained soul’s misery.An eternal poverty would not leave you.
Until the devotion and promises are true.
