Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; Words For Saint Tarcissus, Juvenescent Martyr

I think of your sturdy Faith and your beauty, Tarcissus:

you who were so cruelly and brutally put

to death by the ravenous lynch-mob's disbelief.

Now in Heaven, you freely frolic---happily barefoot.


Starward

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