Maria, mother of all affliction

Name our names in your benedictions

We're all bearing crowns of thorns

We are, each one, sons of yours.



Procurers and sodomites

Exhibitionists and transvestites

Pederasts, fetishists

Poets and masochists

Morphine addicts, alcoholics

Virgin, all afflictions' mother

Console Genet, our poor brother

He too bears a crown of thorns.



Thieves, whores and Genet

We hanging one side and the other

Of your son on afflictions' tree

Know what the world's savior suffers.



Virgin mother, only we

Know what the cup of mercy means:

The coronal thorns turn to roses.