Lord

Thrown apart MY trust in the thirst of this land, be withered without ME like dust and sand, Prostrated nor you felt the fragrance of Right, Such a fool art thou to long for respite, Such a minute object that dreams for exaltation, Are the expelled ones nor they feel repentance, Manifested are your deeds to Right, Repetitions anticipated, want time despite? World is a test, though thou shall behave, Be diligent to avoid, the burning grave, Every matter prostrates before ME o mankind! Thou, arrogant creation, are the only blind, So exalted is MY throne o limited sight, seven skies of shelter veil MY light, Your deeds are the least what I desire, Sanctity of heart is what I admire, Fear your Lord, for death is inevitable, End is near, thou won't stand stable, Have hope, for having Mercy is MY Magnanimity, Thou not believe in ME, yet I show pity, Lucifer! Thou lost your path o pride, why? What prompted thou MY command to deny? Lucifer! Hell be your abode o transgressor, Yet forgiveness is always the answer, One sanctified tear, and everything's over, Heaven is yours, unseal its cover, For I am RIGHT and MY grace stands luminous, I am the LORD and I am Magnanimous!