3 August 2012
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In this theatre of stone angels With Peter, Paul and James I lay my sins before you, Reveal my selfish games. Under watchful eyes of many, Hard and harsh and cold To glass and stony marble From centuries of old I cannot help but stop and gaze, Back at those lifeless glares. My lamentations and apologies Run dry as I stare. Who made you so holy? You did things just as me, Why do I pray to angels Who cannot hear and see? Who carved you in perfection Chiselling off your warts? You were flawed and helpless From naissance until mort. In this Theatre of Angels I see the hairline cracks. You keep your sins, I'll keep mine I won't be coming back.
3) Teatro De Angeli • Opuss № I