At that moment, Sylvester felt like gutting himself and just dying right there. 'I could have been a prince?
What madness is this? Why am I slaving myself for the church?'
His hate for the church increased manifolds in an instant. He could have been a rich fat lord at this stage, but no, here he was, singing like a Disney princess but instead of birds and animals, religious fanatics get attracted.
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