People hide their private lives,
So well, even from themselves,
Ashamed of what others may detect.
In it the God of Glory lies,
The Truth above all else,
Afraid of the power it may project.
Furious with the limits they have imposed,
We decide to do evil too.
Not knowing where our freedom lies
We rage war against angelic good
Chastise spirits that would be free,
Until they cover up their shame.
We look down on moral nudity,
Discouraging confession in this way.
We suffer, We deprive ourselves of truth,
We dream, but we insist on imperious statutes.
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