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This is the true, uncensored story of the controversial trial following the murder of Simon of Trent. You won’t read this on Wikipedia (or anywhere else really), I’ve read all books available regarding Simon of Trent, barring a few latin and italian ones. I’ve been working on this text for the last few days, in hinor of Giovanni Gasparro's beautiful painting. I dedicate this story to him:
>In St. Peter's church in the small town of Trent, besieged in northern Italy lies the well-preserved body of a two year old boy in a sarcophagus, as small as a crib. The boy lies naked on a cushion, his body enclosed in a crystal coffin. Besides him are a number of tools of torture displayed; pliers, a knife, some needles and a blood cup. Several images of the martyr can be seen on the walls inside the church and if you gaze upwards to the dome one can view a poem by Dr. Tiberino from Trento inscribed in Latin, "I am Simon.”
(sorry if my translation butchers it:)
“Listen to a rarely seen evil,
You who support the design of the Jew,
I am Simon, the little boy from Trentino,
The Martyr of the Holy Week,
I tried to scream as Samuel pulled a cloth around my neck,
One of them grabs my hands, the other grabs my feet,
They cut my chest with needles,
And tear off my flesh with pliers,
Thus I faint; my head bends back and my arms fall down,
Then my soul is set free, it rises to heaven.
After the murder, they hurry to the Sabbath,
And at the table they drink his blood.
They cast curses in the name of Jesus Christ,
And eat the Matzo made from his soul."
>In St. Peter's church in the small town of Trent, besieged in northern Italy lies the well-preserved body of a two year old boy in a sarcophagus, as small as a crib. The boy lies naked on a cushion, his body enclosed in a crystal coffin. Besides him are a number of tools of torture displayed; pliers, a knife, some needles and a blood cup. Several images of the martyr can be seen on the walls inside the church and if you gaze upwards to the dome one can view a poem by Dr. Tiberino from Trento inscribed in Latin, "I am Simon.”
(sorry if my translation butchers it:)
“Listen to a rarely seen evil,
You who support the design of the Jew,
I am Simon, the little boy from Trentino,
The Martyr of the Holy Week,
I tried to scream as Samuel pulled a cloth around my neck,
One of them grabs my hands, the other grabs my feet,
They cut my chest with needles,
And tear off my flesh with pliers,
Thus I faint; my head bends back and my arms fall down,
Then my soul is set free, it rises to heaven.
After the murder, they hurry to the Sabbath,
And at the table they drink his blood.
They cast curses in the name of Jesus Christ,
And eat the Matzo made from his soul."