I dreamed I saw St Augustine, as alive as you or me,

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tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a blanke underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold
He was searching for the very souls whom already been sold.

Arise! Arise! He cried out in a voice without restraint!
Come all ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint.
No matyr is among you how who you may call your own,
So go on your way accoridingly and know you're not alone

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, alive with firey breath
and I dreamt I was among the ones who put him out to death.
Oh I awoke in anger, so alone and terrified.
I pushed my fingers against the glass and I powed my head and cried.