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Слушать(AI)Savior
Petulant priests, greedycenturions, and one millionincensed gestures standbetween your love and me.
Your agape sacrificeis reduced to colored glass,vapid penance, and thetedium of ritual.
Your footprints yetmark the crest ofbillowing seas butyour joyfades upon the tabletsof ordained prophets.
Visit us again,
Savior.
Your children, burdened withdisbelief, blinded by a patinaof wisdom,carom down this vale offear.
We cry for youalthough we have lostyour name.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr
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