October 9, 2010
Nine 10/09/10
Le Saint Denis est monté à Mont de Mars
et traversé les coins d’évêque
avec sa tête sous son bras.
Le tête pourait parler sans son corps
et il disait aux les pauvres
la façon de sa mort,
il est tous deux la crise des hommes
y la maitrise de soi
pour profitez bien Eve sa pomme.
Ni les jeux son fait ni nous non sommes
maîtres de notres destin.
Sacrecoeur monsieur, c’est fin.
St. Denis mounted Montmartres
and then crosses the limits of his liege
with his head tuck under his arm.
The head could speak without his body
and it spoke to the poor
about the matter of his death.
“It is both a human crisis
and self control
for Eve to profit well from her apple.
Neither the die is cast nor are we
Masters of our destiny.
O Holyheart, my lord, it is finished.”
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