Romanus, brother, Soul like my own
I wish to find the Lord alone
I may seem youthful to naked eye
Yet He speaks within my mind
Within the cavern of soul and flesh
It feels as holy as His creche
The years stretched onward to reach year three
He sent me an epiphany
The visions focus, what do I see?
A world of cruel depravity
The spell is broken, what do I find?
The strength of Man has now declined
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Benedict
SpiritualThe founder of the Benedictine order was a figure shrouded in shadow and wildly woven stories that seem surreal.
