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Rain Upon The ImpureYou who first cast the stoneAre you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreamsÑðî wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes wonÑðît ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. |