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Bloody tears fall from scarred eyes

Which carry the burden of eternity's crime

The thorns push more and more day by day

Into the back of the penitent, flayed

Said the priest, to the penitent, the infitinte time

"It is all over, you've left it behind

Why do you carry the tree to this day?"

"Because," spoke he, for the very first time

"It will never be enough to repay."

So he carrried the thorntree a thousand miles

Through the endless brimstone mines

While the swine, and the jackals, all looked on

He tormented himself, because justice was stayed

Till all that ist his soul shall unravel

He will carry it, every day