Brothers and sisters, gather around the
table! A chalice we have to raise to a god
of an unknown faith.
The one born under a
star now joins our company. He eats all
yield of the festive table and declares
himself our savior.
Who did arrange the
celebration of their holy always on the days
of our feasts? And again and again they dare
speak of us as blasphemers!
Drunkards
never step out of the door, observing masters
alone taking turns. For every passing day in
human life is followed by an endless dark of
night.
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