The serf are kindly allowed to sing endless the following mantra and prayer during their 18 working hours per day, along 7 days of the week, up to each Construction Completion or up to their disposal as exhausted empty bodies.
As serfs, we thanks the Paolha Ashegem Voilition, our Superior One, to let us to work hard with all our forces for Her Glory and to restore these lands, giving a sense to our useless lifes.
We are used to pray by saying:

Windfall for ruins
for shards and flecks,
as sinners were screwing,
as murders were chewing.
You are the roaring rich Sea
, You bring Justice and Peace,
Let us to reconstruct as worker bees
This world for You and Your Nieces.
Atoning and Sweating in darkness,
flatting mountains, filling starkness.
Altars and Temples we will rise,
while Paolha will relax and lie.

Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Glory to the Superior One, Glory

Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Glory to the Superior One, Glory

Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Rape and torn our back by plow, lets repay our own crimes by serving as cows
Glory to the Superior One, Glory

Windfall for ruins
for shards and flecks,
as sinners were screwing,
as murders were chewing.
You are the roaring rich Sea,
You bring Justice and Peace,
Let us to reconstruct as worker bees
This world for You and Your Nieces.
Atoning and Sweating in darkness,
flatting mountains, filling starkness.
Altars and Temples we will rise,
while Paolha will relax and lie.
…
…
…
and going forever and ever for Her Glory!

No comments:
Post a Comment