For This.
For This we'll walk the Streets
For This we'll walk the Streets in Sackcloth and Ashes.
And our Walk shall not stop on jutting Nails.
Nor shall it stop on Thorns that bleed our feet.
For This we pay even with Blood, my Monsignor.
For the Redemption is Long and Thorny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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