Suddenly and out of nowhere
Thoughts draped in blackened robes
Lead me to the altar of bleeding faith
I carry the chalice with pall.
Heart pounding like a drum
Covered with rags of torment
Sweat beading my soul cries out
Deus, deus meus: quare tristis es, anima mea, et quare conturbas me? '
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