A beat poetic, music experience of the deadly sins.
Day was fading then,
When God's angel of joy appeared to us.
Upon the bank beyond the fire's reach,
the angel stood, singing "Blessed are the pure of heart!"
The living beauty of his voice rang clear ...
Gripping my hands together, I leaned forward
and stared again at the fire...
Then my guide said,
"It's time, high time, to put away your fears;
turn toward me, come, and enter without fear!"
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-Dante. The Purgatorio. Canto XXVII