Thus I see now,
what thy have for so long hidden,
behind arrogance and stupidity,
Thy mistreatment.
Value has no more,
the corpse I once have offered,
the vulnered, mistreated corpse,
I, oh I, layed in front of thy.
For no more,
thy have to learn,
the language of us passionists.
Exageration of our own,
reduction of thy will.
Redemption,
bouncing of thy synapses,
caused by mine.
Reduction of thy.
Martha Chiara 