It's No Longer A Warmth

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?