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Maret 27, 2012   Curanmor

Who can free me of the bonds of today, the nightmares of yesterday?
Whence come these horrors? Where do you rest, God?
From where do you watch us suffer!
Our bonds grow tighter as I continuously plead,
I beg you, confess the future to me.
If you shall not free us, if you shall not liberate us, if you are not willing,
Why shall we call you God?
Let me do what you are not.