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Paul of Tarsus was one of the most important man of the christianism's story. He've written 13 of the 27 books, that are actually letters, in the New Testament, although there are some of "his" letters that are contestable.

It's really clear that Paul, first called Saul, was a very smart man who had a good education in Tarsus. It's also good to remember that Tarsus was considered a
literature cradle. Tiberius was from Tarsus.
Paul was a hebrew and pharisee from Benjamin's tribe, but he also had roman citizenship. The pharisee group was really critized in the gospels and accused of being hypocrate
and inflexible.

This aspect of Paul's early years reflects when he agreed with Estevão's death. Estevão was a man who teached about Jesus to many people, but he was arrested to be judged.
Estevão accused the jewish leaders of killing Jesus and Paul agreed with his death. He has also asked for permission to travel to Damasco to chase after christians.
Paul until his moment dedicated his life to this.

However when he was in his travel he heard a voice, Jesus's voice, that said "Why are you chasing after me" and "I'm Jesus, the one who you're chasing, enter in this city and
do what they'll say to you".
Now Paul, this chaser, was blind and lying in the ground. Paul met Ananias who helped his in this new beggining.
Paul's mission was to propagate Jesus's teachings to the kings, to the jewish and mainly to the gentile.

For me he is the second after Jesus, of course.
Now I'll show you a video about his death while the voice in the video is reading a part of Paul's writings in Second Thimoty.

Além das minhas curvas

Estou um patamar acima
Mas, continuo sentindo esse ciúme de menina
E nem deve ser minha sina
Esse estorvo que me alucina
Como contornar, não sei

A foto gravada no meu celular
Causa-me efeitos que falam mais que eu mesma
Talvez eu esteja louca
Num esforço oco
Que só me leva a voluntariamente perder o tempo

E já não é mais sem tempo
De deixar isso passar
Apagar, apagar, apagar...
Não sentir e sorrir
Amigavelmente apenas ser amigável contigo
Cortesia admirável de estranhos conhecidos

De onde sai essa sua força pra me resistir
Ou talvez seja só indiferença
Pela falta do que reagir
E eu já não seja muito para seus olhos
Buscando por Novos Horizontes
Assim, além dos montes das minhas curvas
O amor brotar

Deboche lascívo

Ciclos sem início e ordem confundem-se

Deus, me ajude na larva rubra de labaredas

Não tenho medo de dizer

De impregnar o cheiro no seu prazer, meu corpo formiga

Incluentemente fora do padrão aclamado

E você da cor do pecado meu

Meu trigueiro debochado

Lascívia, o pecado proibido dessa genitália

Há privilégio em também ser sua queda

Pena diária sofrida

Deus, me ajude na larva rubra de labaredas

Há perigo em promover o delito

Não antes de nossas lembranças instigarem o meu,

Trigueiro debochado, eu também atiço seu