We remain,
what can we still change,
in the end everything remains
as it always had been.
The sun has not burned?
The moon is not whipped up the seas?
Long before you were born.
The echo of souls rumbles down from heaven,
given your iniquity,
to caress the storm,
but all of you has snatched away.
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