I have in my possession the looks of godliness,
Inside the tragedy of the heavenly space
Is housed a plentiful treasure,
Opening the doors to pleasant news.
I can face the appearance of the faces
Internally dividing my expressions.
The fondling of the bridge of destruction
Has devolved and the revolution shall decline.
I have some pains and some pleasures
Of the loved wine, and the hated treasure.
I hold an unique treasure hurting my lane
That is my path to salvation.
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