lead this ship in the eternal night without stars, wet and cold is not an easy undertaking.
tidal waves that rise to feet above my head
raging currents of life carry me to the rebellion monstrous creature that has taken possession of my body and my thoughts. which is like a shadow from shadow to shadow other
foam blown into the air by whirlwinds
the ship is in the hands of God
And I still, observe carefully every little change of mind
trying to measure the maximum level of tolerance of our soul
that perhaps has no bottom.
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