COLONIZATION: BRASIL.

A beautiful mud-made saint’s figure (saint?); 
Where the devil laughs and inhabits…
The priest, also so happy; 
Counts his glory for getting 
another share of stolen gold
from the stupid aborigine from Brasil:
So dumb, so ridiculous…
Exchanged, once more, food for gold;
Without a single idea
Of what gold is actually used for.

The priest also laughs,
Along with the artist who made the saint’s (saint?) image.
Images are all against the laws of God,
Yet the priest still thinks he is entitled himself
To speak about His laws.

Laughs…and his laugh takes over the whole church;
Now empty for it is not mass time yet.

In their infinite scoff over others 
Who go there truly believing in the Bible’s words:
Such a holy place, made to adore their only Lord;
So holy, so perfect, made of the best materials available 
On land, to the perfection of the builders’ hands…
So that God is, once more, adored as He wished for.

They laugh, and their laughs are never ending,
In a few breaks, they also drink the wine,
Which is supposedly Jesus’ blood, once more (variation of anthropophagus?);
Which is obviously infinite and comes to the pot
Every time a priest like that says it is going to.

They laugh at the poor believer
Who is able not only to visit;
But listens attentively to what should be God’s inspired words.

The believer there goes, every Sunday;
For God – Himself - has told them (them?) to do so.

And the priest laughs, having no mercy;
Still enjoying each sip of Jesus’ blood.

The poor believer, 
As they to them refer…
Is that who goes there with pure heart; 
Truly believing that it is the House built in God’s honor;
Prays, listens, shares…
Drinks what is claimed to still be His Lord’s son human life and blood (anthropophagus?).

It could be that the priest was really 
Enjoying and his long lasting human fun
Is, indeed, something for him to be so proud and joyful for…
But here, between us, who do you think is going to be suffering for longer:
That who, as God predicted, is pure in their heart and there goes to do as they 
Believe his chosen God wishes,
Or that who thinks to know it all;
Yet, with dirty head and heart chooses the scoff over the faith and the only truth?