PRIEST OF SERAPEUM
My good old father,
whose love for me has never wavered:
I mourn my good old father
who died two days ago, just before dawn.
Jesus Christ, my daily effort is
to maintain the commandments
of your holiest church in each
of my acts, in every word, in every
single thought. And those who deny you
I detest.— But now I mourn;
I wail for my father, Christ,
although he was—dreadful to say—
a priest in the accursed Serapeum.
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