THE PLEA
A blasphemer, I am not, my Lord,
And
A blasphemer, I shall never be,
However,
On my knees, I, Your ignorant servant, humbly dare ask:
"Why do You, my heavenly Father, allow,
Your magnificent edifice of luminous Love,
to be, constantly, overshadowed,
by
the grotesque constructions,
of
obscure hate?"
Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2026
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