BY GIOVANNI CARMINE COSTABILE

Every year businesses get tired,
The lean, the pipers of reason,
To exonerate the light with glare
And let a cave be the god’s mansion.
Someone buys his property with his own hand,
Or Albion wants to fight him perfidiously,
Some believe Heliogaba,
The emperor who achieved undefeated salvation.
But if the wine still remains on the table,
And let another bread be broken in the anointing,
Read more in the verses, more than cheeks and blades,
Please wait for the Sunday service.
He said: “The true light was already coming into the world”
That shines, even in the darkness it shines,
The hour awaited late in the evening now came
Who indulges in so much hope of oblivion.