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In the dogmatas of the Church, the defilement of purity is above all sacrosanct.

Take a breath and breathe. There, where the oxygen is less. Find your liberation.

Lost and cold, you linger there, safe, safe away.

In time, all things are withered and lost.

A translation of a poem by Franc Halas. This poem was a direct reaction to the Munich Conference of 1938. also dubbed the "Munich Betrayal."

That blue tower, so all-encompassing… its inhabitants are lost to themselves.

Nor thunder nor spike grasp power great enough to break the will of a man already broken.

To drown at their pleasure is a mission sacred to their harbingers.

Translation of a poem from the collection "The flood may come with our passing" by F. Gellner.