Our passions


Padre left for country’s summon 

Priests must become soldiers 

Lonely life; revived by mother’s lemon

Glory is an exorcist weapon 
The dead souls live

They dwell in men’s heart like passion 

Tearing fibers of hate and prejudice

Multiplying malice among within
The damage we do are many 

One of them is to Deny Nozick entitlement

Our lives are solely ours 

Our passions our dream 
Say to the church 

And to the contract

It shows and does no good

If they do reply give them both the lie
Love and hate dwell side by side

We must abide for duty’s sake

Our passions ours to keep

Others have theirs too.

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