He who defines me from the sun
A part of me; in the flashes of its rays
Darkness, about what defies him, knows none,
How he always walk with me in my sunny days
The holy city;
Washed by his blood,
All things looking pretty,
Inhabited by His God-hood,
Thus, in his eyes, I am a mirror
Delighting in one great reflection,
In the devil’s sight of fright I am the terror
Trashing more eternal affliction,
From the beatings that disfigured
Him, I found my identity and through it I have conquered.
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