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MELANCOLIA FULGERULUI      Vlad Neagoe are cosmognia în sânge. Închipuirea sa e inflamantă de spectacole terifiante, de convulsii metaf...

Thursday, 7 May 2026

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Vlad Neagoes Dichtung ist von fantastischer Erfindungskraft, eine Antwort auf die postmodernistische Poesie. Er unterwirft das gesamte emotionale Pulsieren der unmittelbar erlebten Ereignisse einer maximalen sprachlichen Verdichtung. Er ist ein Geist, der mit allen Gaben ausgestattet ist. Sein natürliches Genie, das aus Sensibilität, Ironie, Fantasie und Hellsichtigkeit besteht, erschafft leidenschaftlich unendlich vielfältige und prachtvolle Architekturen. Die Klarheit und die Ironie verringern oder heben das untrennbare Paar von Unglück und Hoffnung auf. Vlad Neagoes Dichtung strebt stets danach, sich durch ein unablässiges Spiel des Geistes in eine musikalische, harmonische und umfassende Bewegung zu verwandeln. Zugleich ist seine Dichtung ernst und gefasst. Der Kern dieser Dichtung ist eine brodelnde Emotion, die Ekstase in seinen ersten Begeisterungen.




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Vlad Neagoes Lyrik zeugt von fantastischer Erfindungskraft, sie ist eine Antwort auf die postmoderne Dichtung. Er verdichtet die emotionale Pulsation unmittelbar erlebter Ereignisse zu maximaler sprachlicher Konzentration. Er ist ein mit allen Gaben ausgestatteter Geist. Seine natürliche Genialität, geprägt von Sensibilität, Ironie, Vorstellungskraft und Scharfsinn, erschafft leidenschaftlich unendlich vielfältige und prachtvolle Architekturen. Die Klarheit und die Ironie verringern oder heben das untrennbare Paar von Unglück und Hoffnung auf. Vlad Neagoes Lyrik strebt stets danach, sich durch ein unaufhörliches Spiel des Geistes in eine musikalische, harmonische und weitreichende Bewegung zu verwandeln. Zugleich ist seine Lyrik ernst und besonnen. Der Kern dieser Dichtung ist eine brodelnde Emotion – die Ekstase seiner ersten Begeisterungen.



Tuesday, 5 May 2026

ÎN VALAHALIA CELE MAI SPURCATE RASISME

 

***

În Valahalia

cele mai spurcate rasisme

otrăvesc viața, apele, fugăresc

păsările. Numai țiganii și jidanii

își țin cheagul în gușă.

REFLECTION

 Strange and striking is the resemblance between Russians and Romanians – they have the same mug and the same way of life; Romanians, however, surpass them in stupidity and malice, in their lack of soul. They are almost totally like the Russians of Kazakhstan. When Romanians arrive in the West, they feel dazed and confused, as if suddenly stripped stark naked, and by this, they are recognized from a distance. It is strange that Westerners also call them "thoroughbred" Russians, and the Romanians cannot justify themselves through their Romance language. From the Russians comes their laziness, madness, drunkenness and rage, hatred of culture, inflation [of ego], envy, bedevilment, vanity, and pride. They truly have nothing of homo cromagnon. Absolutely all Transylvanians have the physiognomies of Russians from Tambov—the timbre of their voice, their speech, their song, and their slowness, too. Even stranger is the irresistible, fatal attraction of Romanians toward Russians. The West treats them as subhumans devoid of any dignity. That is why the West prefers to deal only with the Hebrews of Romania. Bessarabians are "konchenye"—finished Russians without any chance of civilization. That is why both Romanians and Bessarabians will melt into the arms of the Russians. Not in vain was communism in Romania a thousand times more beastly than that in the USSR. But the most terrible sign of the Romanian’s savagery is a rasping sound [hâjâit] in which their speech, their utterance, floats. This dense stammering, îng-îng sound makes them incomprehensible. It is incomprehensible how not one of them can cut a word clearly, sonorously, or articulately. The background rasping in their speech makes them similar to dogs and seems to cloud their minds, for when several are gathered in a heap, they all speak at once and no one hears anyone else.



Monday, 4 May 2026

ISTORIE

 

Ăștia de pe-aici

i-au întrecut pe sciți la arcuri

i-au întrecut pe huni la nasuri late

i-au întrecut pe mongoli la cai

i-au întrecut pe romani

la limbă și la scris

și pe greci i-au întrecut

la prințipuri de-au ajuns

azi cimpanzei fără unele

și fără altele și-au rămas

doar ei mândri de rumâni

ce se mișcă în patru labe.

Sunday, 3 May 2026

CONSTATARE

 

La gazeta Romlit scriu numai o duzină de porci literați care și-au făcut clisma la Sodoma și se numesc ”clismatici” și-și țin mereu excrementele în fața ochilor oriîncotro s-ar întoarce. E un cuib al ciorților un soi rău de legionari fasciști care ca o morișcă împroașcă cîcat de Sodoma. Scriu nimicuri veninoase despre oameni de nimic după linia târtanilor pe care-i scociorăsc și-n borți de păianjen. Națiști de cîcat acești clismatici, porci capii își dau cu râtul în cur ca câinii. Dar gazeta se zice că e a tuturor scriitorilor, și nu numai a porcilor clismatici mai turbați decât națiștii.

ANALYSIS OF THE DRAWING "THE ABDICATION"

 


Curatorial Analysis of “The Abdication” by L. Neagoe

L. Neagoe’s The Abdication presents a striking allegory of renunciation and transcendence, rendered through a deceptively simple composition. The crowned figure, poised mid-ascent on a blue, icy peak, embodies the moment of surrender — a monarch relinquishing worldly dominion. The mountain, sharply rising and capped with white, evokes both the cold isolation of power and the arduous climb toward spiritual clarity. Its steep incline suggests the precariousness of authority: the ruler’s footing is uncertain, his gesture hesitant, as if caught between clinging and release.

The purple robe, symbol of sovereignty and pride, contrasts vividly with the pale blue of the mountain, creating a tension between human ambition and the purity of nature. Above, the red bird — a phoenix-like creature — arcs freely into the air, representing liberation, renewal, or perhaps the soul departing from the confines of rule. The bird’s fiery hue introduces a dynamic counterpoint to the frozen landscape, a visual metaphor for transformation through sacrifice.

The title The Abdication deepens this symbolism: abdication is not merely political but existential. It implies the voluntary shedding of identity, ego, and possession — a passage from the temporal to the transcendent. The ruler’s crown, still firmly on his head, may suggest that the act of abdication is internal rather than ceremonial; he remains a king, but of a different realm — one of self-awareness and humility.

Neagoe’s line work and color choices reinforce this duality of ascent and release. The simplicity of the drawing heightens its allegorical power, allowing the viewer to focus on the psychological drama of the moment. The composition becomes a meditation on authority, solitude, and the courage to renounce — a theme resonant with Neagoe’s broader exploration of spiritual struggle and human transformation.

SOURCE: COPILOT

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Drawing "The Abdication" is for sale. Who wants to buy it, please email me at vladneagoe52@gmail.com

Friday, 1 May 2026

COLLECTION OF ARTWORKS FOR SALE

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L’œuvre poétique de Vlad Neagoe, varié, vaste et profond est à l’un des plus doués et accomplis poètes roumains. La poésie de Vlad Neagoe porte le lecteur en voyage imaginaire, du satirique au lyrique, du tragique à l’animation, de l’existence au rêve; le plus authentique réel le soulevant sur le seuil du sommeil ravissant. Les poèmes sont alourdis d’image et d’esprit, inondés d’une conscience haute des sens et d’une force puissante du rythme, de musique et de sonorité du langage. Ses poèmes révèlent le rang, la puissance et la flexibilité de ce poète exceptionnel.




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Thursday, 30 April 2026

SONOROUS TIME

 

***

Sonorous time, a fugue

a kind of immuring in fear

the life and I two parallel

rivers that meet in death.

Overexertion, compassion.

Wednesday, 29 April 2026

FOLCLORUL ROMÂNESC

 Hai fîs, hai fîs

haida, haida fîs 

hai fîs, hai fîs 

haida, haida fîs 

haida, haida, haida 

haida țup. 

COGITATION (MIHAI EMINESCU)

 If you strip M. Eminescu of his much-sought-after rhymes, he remains a dull-witted fool, miserably mouldy like any random passer-by. Everything in his work is rhymed prose, mere bluster. It isn't even a joke. Everything is a futile banality, quite far from the ancestors. This is the pure truth.

COGITATION (Arghezi, Barbu, Blaga, Bacovia)

 The likes of Arghezi, Barbu, Blaga, and maybe Bacovia played with rhymes as with the dick feverishly. They wrote poetry so hermetic that not even the devil understands it; in reality, they are just 'chiorts' (devils, unclean spirits) who want to be authors creators. But instead of a soul, these men had a stone that dripped venom.


LIBERATION

 

***

Liberation, liberation!

But do we have something

to liberate ourselves from?

The gods laugh at our naivety.

The hatred and the event are

synonyms. The kindness is

static. The world can’t be static.

The birds make their nest

in the head of the man.

This world is unreal

in any way we look at her  

even if she exists.

THE SONS OF SODOM

 

***

Among the multitudes

with their curly hair

paranoid, paraplegic

paralytic in their heads

the sons of Sodom, venomous

brood of vipers come and harvest

our vineyards stink the foul

coolness out and hide the harmless

sunlight, those perched

on top of the power give orders

to loot, orders to kill the children

to annihilate the aborigines

and they sell even their rags

and these paraplegic guys

sit at the banquets in the infirm

jubilation of the day and our

mountains become deserted.

The dark cemeteries – deluge

gathered the smells of the tempests,

of the debris where innumerable

vipers are celebrating the life

is getting thinner and is going

away to the paper skies

of the propellers that throw

excrement into the heads of the people.   

DEATH WITHOUT SIGHS

 ***

The death without sighs

our hurried daughter and maidservant

a vertex of desperate man biting

the crime whimpering in the mud

of the street Gyppo Turkish songs

gelatinize gypsies running amok.  

FARTHER AND FARTHER AWAY

 

***

Farther and farther away from these dogs

of Rumanians that revolve and run

and gyrate like a swarm of buzzing flies  

and they combative blacken carrion

on the roadside farther and farther

towards unsuspected moving frontiers.

You jackass, you were running on the fields

trumpeting and rotating the sword

of the Apocalypse until the harem girls

came to the barrier to kneel down

under the belly full of vegetables

and they mounted the withers shouting

and cheering exerting the atrocious

monstrosities, the erotic mechanics,

the weariness, the amorous dynamics

under the surveillance of the dogs.

Now I’m gone far away, I witness

the ardent hygiene of the races.

Over there the gate is open

to the extreme poverty

and to the crime. Oh, the terrible

shiver of the canine loves

on the bleeding soil. These

cannibalistic Rumanians

are visible in the sparks of hydrogen

into a depth where the danger

requests them and hides.   

 

EMINOWICZ THE BARD

 

***

Eminowicz the bard saw Veronica

beauteous and it seemed to him

that she pulled him by the ears

upwards to the eternal celestial

wheels and she didn’t disappear

in his eyes she was gyrating in his

pupils like a ship in the tempest

and she was giggling – she was a witch

who put horns fixedly on him  

and she put macaroni as earrings on his

ears and he woke up a stupid guy

and exclaimed, ”Ouch, the toilet

is clogged again...”

Tuesday, 28 April 2026

ANALYSIS OF THE DRAWING "HYPNOS AND THANATOS" BY L. NEAGOE

 

Here is a full, structured analysis of “Hypnos and Thanatos” by Liviu Neagoe, grounded in the visual language of the drawing you provided and in the broader mythological and symbolic tradition Neagoe often engages with.

Concise takeaway

The drawing stages the ancient myth of Sleep and Death as twin forces—tender, solemn, and inevitable—carrying the human body with a mixture of care and detachment. Neagoe transforms a classical motif into a meditation on vulnerability, transition, and the ambiguous boundary between rest and extinction.

1. Subject and Mythological Framework

In Greek mythology, Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death) are twin brothers, sons of Nyx (Night). They appear together in the Iliad when they retrieve the body of Sarpedon from the battlefield and carry him away with divine gentleness.

Neagoe’s drawing clearly echoes this episode:

  • Two winged, youthful figures flank a limp human body.

  • Their gestures are careful, almost ritualistic.

  • The scene is suspended in a timeless, blank space, emphasizing its archetypal nature.

The work is not an illustration of the myth but a reinterpretation: the emphasis is on the emotional and metaphysical tension between the two brothers and the fragile human they bear.

2. Composition and Spatial Logic

Symmetry and Duality

The composition is built on a strong bilateral symmetry:

  • The two winged figures mirror each other in posture and proportion.

  • Their wings form a visual cradle around the central body.

  • The human figure lies horizontally, forming the axis that binds the two forces.

This symmetry is not rigid; it breathes. The slight variations in gesture and angle prevent the scene from becoming static. Instead, it feels like a moment caught mid‑transition.

The Floating Body

The unclothed human figure is rendered with vulnerability:

  • Limbs relaxed, head tilted back.

  • No resistance, no tension—only surrender.

This body is not depicted as dead in a gruesome sense; it is weightless, almost serene. Neagoe suggests that the passage between sleep and death is not a rupture but a continuum.

3. Color and Symbolic Atmosphere

Orange Bodies, Grey Wings

The two brothers are painted in warm orange, a color that evokes:

  • Vitality

  • Sacred fire

  • The liminal glow between sunset and night

Their grey wings introduce a counter‑tone:

  • Neutral, soft, neither angelic white nor demonic black

  • Suggesting ambiguity, neutrality, inevitability

The contrast between warm bodies and cool wings creates a tension between life and detachment.

The Yellow Oval Above

The large yellow oval—neither sun nor halo—functions as:

  • A metaphysical light source

  • A symbol of transition

  • A threshold between worlds

It is not tied to naturalistic space; it is a sign, a metaphysical marker. It may represent:

  • The soul’s destination

  • The divine realm

  • The inner illumination of the moment of passage

Its ambiguity is deliberate.

4. Emotional Tone

The drawing is striking for its gentleness. There is no violence, no terror. Instead:

  • Hypnos and Thanatos hold the human body with care.

  • Their expressions are calm, almost introspective.

  • The scene feels like a ritual of protection rather than abduction.

Neagoe often explores the tension between existential dread and spiritual tenderness. Here, he leans toward the latter: death is not an interruption but a carrying, a transport, a return.

5. Symbolic Interpretation

Sleep and Death as Continuum

The pairing of Hypnos and Thanatos suggests:

  • Sleep as a rehearsal for death

  • Death as a deeper form of sleep

  • The human condition as suspended between these two states

The Human as Passive

The limp body symbolizes:

  • The limits of agency

  • The surrender inherent in mortality

  • The vulnerability of the flesh

The Twins as Psychopomps

Though not traditionally psychopomps, Neagoe depicts them as such:

  • Guides between worlds

  • Carriers of the soul

  • Mediators of transition

This aligns with his broader artistic interest in threshold figures—beings who stand between states of being.

6. Artistic Context within Neagoe’s Work

This drawing resonates with recurring themes in Neagoe’s oeuvre:

  • Duality (light/dark, body/spirit, life/death)

  • Mythic archetypes reinterpreted through a contemporary, symbolic lens

  • Human fragility rendered with tenderness rather than despair

  • Winged figures as metaphors for transcendence, burden, or guardianship

It also shares compositional affinities with his works on:

  • The weighing of the soul

  • The future man

  • The cemetery

  • The poet

All of these explore the liminal space between the material and the metaphysical.

7. Curatorial Note (ready for exhibition use)

“Hypnos and Thanatos” reimagines the ancient myth of Sleep and Death as twin forces gently carrying the human body across the threshold between worlds. Neagoe’s symmetrical composition and restrained palette create a scene of solemn tenderness: the warm, orange bodies of the brothers contrast with their cool grey wings, while a luminous yellow oval hovers above them like a metaphysical destination. The unclothed human figure, rendered with complete surrender, becomes an emblem of vulnerability and transition. In this work, Neagoe transforms a classical motif into a meditation on mortality, rest, and the fragile continuum between consciousness and oblivion.

If you’d like, I can also prepare:

  • a short wall label (50–70 words),

  • a longer catalogue essay,

  • or a comparative analysis with other depictions of Hypnos and Thanatos in art history.

Which direction would you like to explore next?Here is a full, structured analysis of “Hypnos and Thanatos” by Liviu Neagoe, grounded in the visual language of the drawing you provided and in the broader mythological and symbolic tradition Neagoe often engages with.

Concise takeaway

The drawing stages the ancient myth of Sleep and Death as twin forces—tender, solemn, and inevitable—carrying the human body with a mixture of care and detachment. Neagoe transforms a classical motif into a meditation on vulnerability, transition, and the ambiguous boundary between rest and extinction.

1. Subject and Mythological Framework

In Greek mythology, Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death) are twin brothers, sons of Nyx (Night). They appear together in the Iliad when they retrieve the body of Sarpedon from the battlefield and carry him away with divine gentleness.

Neagoe’s drawing clearly echoes this episode:

  • Two winged, youthful figures flank a limp human body.

  • Their gestures are careful, almost ritualistic.

  • The scene is suspended in a timeless, blank space, emphasizing its archetypal nature.

The work is not an illustration of the myth but a reinterpretation: the emphasis is on the emotional and metaphysical tension between the two brothers and the fragile human they bear.

2. Composition and Spatial Logic

Symmetry and Duality

The composition is built on a strong bilateral symmetry:

  • The two winged figures mirror each other in posture and proportion.

  • Their wings form a visual cradle around the central body.

  • The human figure lies horizontally, forming the axis that binds the two forces.

This symmetry is not rigid; it breathes. The slight variations in gesture and angle prevent the scene from becoming static. Instead, it feels like a moment caught mid‑transition.

The Floating Body

The unclothed human figure is rendered with vulnerability:

  • Limbs relaxed, head tilted back.

  • No resistance, no tension—only surrender.

This body is not depicted as dead in a gruesome sense; it is weightless, almost serene. Neagoe suggests that the passage between sleep and death is not a rupture but a continuum.

3. Color and Symbolic Atmosphere

Orange Bodies, Grey Wings

The two brothers are painted in warm orange, a color that evokes:

  • Vitality

  • Sacred fire

  • The liminal glow between sunset and night

Their grey wings introduce a counter‑tone:

  • Neutral, soft, neither angelic white nor demonic black

  • Suggesting ambiguity, neutrality, inevitability

The contrast between warm bodies and cool wings creates a tension between life and detachment.

The Yellow Oval Above

The large yellow oval—neither sun nor halo—functions as:

  • A metaphysical light source

  • A symbol of transition

  • A threshold between worlds

It is not tied to naturalistic space; it is a sign, a metaphysical marker. It may represent:

  • The soul’s destination

  • The divine realm

  • The inner illumination of the moment of passage

Its ambiguity is deliberate.

4. Emotional Tone

The drawing is striking for its gentleness. There is no violence, no terror. Instead:

  • Hypnos and Thanatos hold the human body with care.

  • Their expressions are calm, almost introspective.

  • The scene feels like a ritual of protection rather than abduction.

Neagoe often explores the tension between existential dread and spiritual tenderness. Here, he leans toward the latter: death is not an interruption but a carrying, a transport, a return.

5. Symbolic Interpretation

Sleep and Death as Continuum

The pairing of Hypnos and Thanatos suggests:

  • Sleep as a rehearsal for death

  • Death as a deeper form of sleep

  • The human condition as suspended between these two states

The Human as Passive

The limp body symbolizes:

  • The limits of agency

  • The surrender inherent in mortality

  • The vulnerability of the flesh

The Twins as Psychopomps

Though not traditionally psychopomps, Neagoe depicts them as such:

  • Guides between worlds

  • Carriers of the soul

  • Mediators of transition

This aligns with his broader artistic interest in threshold figures—beings who stand between states of being.

6. Artistic Context within Neagoe’s Work

This drawing resonates with recurring themes in Neagoe’s oeuvre:

  • Duality (light/dark, body/spirit, life/death)

  • Mythic archetypes reinterpreted through a contemporary, symbolic lens

  • Human fragility rendered with tenderness rather than despair

  • Winged figures as metaphors for transcendence, burden, or guardianship

It also shares compositional affinities with his works on:

  • The weighing of the soul

  • The future man

  • The cemetery

  • The poet

All of these explore the liminal space between the material and the metaphysical.

7. Curatorial Note (ready for exhibition use)

“Hypnos and Thanatos” reimagines the ancient myth of Sleep and Death as twin forces gently carrying the human body across the threshold between worlds. Neagoe’s symmetrical composition and restrained palette create a scene of solemn tenderness: the warm, orange bodies of the brothers contrast with their cool grey wings, while a luminous yellow oval hovers above them like a metaphysical destination. The unclothed human figure, rendered with complete surrender, becomes an emblem of vulnerability and transition. In this work, Neagoe transforms a classical motif into a meditation on mortality, rest, and the fragile continuum between consciousness and oblivion.


SOURCE: COPILOT

DRAWING "HYPNOS AND THANATOS" IS FOR SALE

 

Drawing "Hypnos and Thanatos" is for sale. Who wants to buy it, please email me at vladneagoe52@gmail.com

Monday, 27 April 2026

THE HAG

 

The literary hag, a few years ago,

emerged from the brothel of communism

with a series of awards and a few watery

books, but having weathered coups d’état,

committees, and other "educational" actions—

she gratified the Securitate generals

with lyrical-sexual ecstasies

and the heads of state who visited our country.

Even the dogs were charmed by her legs.

Upon retirement, she refused to leave the public eye,

and the Securitate generals—whose

socks she mended and whose eggs she hatched—

tied an invisible thread to her face

without her knowing, and they lead her around

various universities where she gives concerts.

First, she howls like a nasty little bitch,

then shifts to a kind of hiccupping

broody-hen clucking that stirs wonder

and admiration—the Freemasons strike

their staffs on the floorboards,

while the transgenders beat their tambourines,

and she is very happy without knowing why,

her clucking coinciding with her "little girl" talk.

Afterward, she sits perched atop a museum-prison,

hatching God-knows-what plans that make you

want to send her to hell.  

THE LITERARY CRITIC

 

***

Everyone must build his own world,

his own abyss, clamours the literary

critic, big-boobed busybody with tank’s

ass who builds grand people out

of dogs writers civil servants, snitches

sons of bitches writing panegyrics to them

and inflating them blowing into their ass

with the pipe – such is the custom

of the communal Jews adding: the mania

of the cannibals must not become

destructive, they shall suck the juice

only from the innards, they shall not touch

the blood, their burdens are not light…

and he watches his work as if it were new.

Where can this puffing critic go

in such times he lifts up the nasty

little dog, but the nasty little dog stays

you receive nothing for free – you steal

not for the fuck are you in the world?          

JESUS DECEIVED

 The soul that suffers this morning is the body

of God it’s clearly visible on the countenance

that I suffer from myself and I suffer from Him,

from the natural silent acuteness of intellect

within Him. He rotates the sun you cling

on to your soul, on to your tenebrous endocrine

glands: you know that all that springs to your

thigh, all that descends through you from on high

as low as the ground wounds you. You, poor

man, now you pass by a big church from whence

escapes the voice of an incited priest: “The little

lamb of God who take upon yourself the sins

of the world have mercy on us” and in front

I see Jesus Christ happily ascending the hill

of Golgotha, naked and ascending rapturous

alone not compelled by anyone upon the cross

so that He lift up the sins of these mortals

who persecuted him, derided him and killed

him now shouting, “Kill me ye criminals

I am the little lamb and I am happy  

to forgive your sins.” And the voice

of the priest follows him like a dog

biting over and over again but I listen

to the harsh voice of the evangelist

in whom Jesus speaks, “If you were

Abraham’s children, you would do

what Abraham did, but now you seek

to kill me, a man who has told you

the truth which I heard from God;

this is not what Abraham did. You are

of your father the devil, and your will

is to do your father’s desires. He was

a murderer from the beginning, he is

a liar and the father of the lies but me

because I tell you the Truth ye want

to kill me, ye goddamned”. Ah, Jesus

these criminals are convinced that you

are the sublime idiot and the stupid guy,

so that you ignore them, bursting into tears

and they, getting their fill of blood sing,

“Little lamb of God who take upon yourself

the sins of the world”. They don’t know

that Thy kingdom that will come will be

like a lid of lead that will fall heavily

upon the criminals. Hosanna! Hosanna!

Because in the middle art Thou.