Wanton madrigal mixing with dark-dull Gregorian chanting
Obscene practices necessarily invade life as a pestilence
Gurus usually fall at the tests tripping themselves by their ego
No one is good enough to lock the eyes with the living God.
The most humble is complacent enough in his humble pride
Women, by default, are hardly able to walk on a straight line
It is not their fault, this is their design by the quadratic code
Where women populate, man depopulate by the will of fate.
Faith is not enough to solve problems, as faith is boldly blind
Only with wisdom together can we see the evaporating bubbles (of)
As Heaven and Hell, Life and Death are complementing each other
Power must not be worshiped, it is like melting snow in summer.
Reconnaissance is always needed even on charted home turfs
Because sit reps are wildly changing in every available second
Cathedral domes are doomed, because their visions are clouded
The Cross will ultimately fall from Rome, the cross-maker home.
VERSUS PAUL 