The seven children
going up against that steel tetrarchy
Small and humble walking across the cobblestone
feeding the beggers along the Aegean way
Damian peeled a lemon
Cosme crushed the cloves
The rest was given over to the holy ghost
These boys had walking legs instead of fear
some would say you could have both
But their heart´s and minds were already in the horizon
Antioch missed their steps and cures, their real light
Blessed so deeply almost bewitched sacredly bewitched
Radiating love to cure the harms and traumas
the ills and plagues that raw existence tests us with
Damian grinned, cosme circled the air with an open palm
The son himself energized them and made them giants
They were stopped at Cicilia´s gates by Praetorians
Brainwashed and savage they beheaded the children
By order of his prefect Lysias in honour of
Evil Jovius the great rebuilder
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