And people always died for their faith.
We did not find this eternal sport.
The main thing here is to look into the eyes of the beast
and simply to remain human.
It is in me, my holy rebellion.
I look into your bloody fog.
To his executioners and in his last moment
I will say, as the first of the Christians:
— You can't burn me.
The fire is cold, it has already gone out.
And your lions lick my feet.
And your servants laughed at you.