Good Friday
Deep in the night one more candle is burning.
I am taking a sword and hatred is created.
I am one of those on the Mount of Olives,
we are listening to the blessed light that speaks to us.
And once again my heart will betray me,
on Good Friday,
and again I will see the bottom of my soul.
........
There you can find the crosses...
choose one and the other are broken down.
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