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To Fr. Armando

Everyone, after all, was killed:

he who was crucified,

he who died without skin,

he who died without a head,

he who was drowned,

he who was thrown down

from the wall of the Temple,

which shortly after that

ceased to exist.

Everyone, after all, was tormented;

he who was put at the mercy

of lions and Neros,

he who was roasted on the bonfire,

he whose eyes were gouged out.

Everything was justified

on the excuse that no one

can live eternally

and that it is impossible

to avoid death.

Through the narrow gates of paradise

passed so many martyrs

that the gates in the end

had to be widened.

Kudos to the executioners!

r
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Regina Derieva
1949 - / Ukraine
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