Saint Trudo (Tron, Trond, Trudon, Trutjen, Truyen) (died ca. 698) was a saint of the seventh century. He is called the "Apostle of Hesbaye" (partly in the provinces of Brabant and Limburg, Belgium). His feast day is celebrated on November 23.
He was the son of Blessed Adela of the family of the dukes of Austrasia . Devoted from his earliest youth to the service of God, Trudo came to St. Remaclus, Bishop of Liège (Acta Sanctorum, I Sept., 678) and was sent by him to Chlodulph, Bishop of Metz. Here he received his education at the Church of St. Stephen, to which he always showed a strong affection and donated his later foundation. After his ordination he returned to his native district, preached the Gospel, and built a church at Sarchinium, on the River Cicindria. It was blessed about 656 by Theodard of Maastricht, in honour of Sts. Quintinus and Remigius. Disciples gathered about him and in course of time a monastery developed, the later Sint-Truiden Abbey. The convent for women, established by him at Odeghem near Bruges, later also bore his name (Gallia Christiana, Paris, 1887, V, 281) (see Sint-Truiden).
Prayer ain't no key.
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind.
Never meant to make you free.
Prayer, insanity.
You compete for the never complete.
And it just won't make you see.
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations.
More down there where they came from,
drunken revelations.
From the shadows of time,
the dead are singing their lies.
Their dirt is in your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
From the shadows of stones,
laughter of their rattling bones.
Their dirt will cover your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
Prayer, masked devilry.
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke.
And you just can't let it be.
Pick your god...