The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
He who will travel far spares his steed.
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?