Brescia, Republic of Venice, seventeen sixty-nine,
Bore gunpowder: 90 tons filled the Church of St. Nazaire.
Lightning's bright violence, without warning, omen, or sign,
Three thousand voices, silenced by the horror fires there.
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Bore gunpowder: 90 tons filled the Church of St. Nazaire,
Certain "divinity" just didn't come through.
Three thousand voices, silenced by the horror fires there,
Echoes persist, a tragedy history cannot remove.
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Certain "divinity" just didn't come through,
In the aftermath, The Enlightenment, reason was pursued.
Echoes persist, a tragedy history cannot remove,
Shaking Catholica in estrangement, renouncement, eschewed
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Darkness took hold, masking Brescia's vibrant square,
Lightning's bright violence, without warning, omen, or sign,
In the face of tragedy, questions linger in the air,
Brescia, Republic of Venice, seventeen sixty-nine.
