True perfection is spoken no more plainly than in...
this is not a depiction of beauty on his canvas...

He walks along the shore, while i within
the water cold and blue. we talked before...

oh, men who pray no more, allay your fears,
for God exists in name alone. the Sun...

Oh, Fate, with sordid spirit brings my pain
that Time, though everlasting, cannot quell...

Absolved from sin. oh Death, where is thy sting?
we’ve found the truth, that Eastern sun...

Pursuit of pow’r divine makes men atone
offset by shades of men who came before...

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we spoke the silent words of love most true...