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This imprisonment of clay, 
this putrid jarred tint subjected to time's defeat, 
this cankered vile contagion. 
tossed to and fro as on a sea with unrelenting  anchorage of ease, 
this worm, ephemeral in the bay leaf of existence. 
this dirt of appointed time, fixed by irreversible decree, 
fleeting by clipped tickle,  
here mere mortal toiling to  gather stones, hay and stubble. 
with diseased brow, 
worms fighting worms for passing fame.

Finite frame transiting through ceaseless vanities 
myriads from these pains, 
willingly oblivious of the power of Time, 
throng the gates of mammon to hideous and dreadful apparition,
little minds, unwilling to enlist in the real battle.
And multitudes ignoring the signpost in rush to gaiety  
several on sensuous doorway to doom. 
As   captives  of  Lust, enslaved by Ashmodeus

This Frame wears Luciferous garbs 
Pharaoh and Herod bodied 
The beast of pride, despising the breath of his nostril 
conjures theories of atheism from his erratic emotions 
arrogating his existence and all to “second cause”  
despising the first cause preceding all causes. 
They go on and on they go. 


There were abject who in time past, cut the cables of belief
sailing over the tempestuous ocean of free thought. 
reviled the coast of revelations 
seeking Life among the dead,   
and rushing on the mad voyage, 
wondering through confused  obscurity 
In search of life in all vice to the very  extremities,
wearied by wasted years, 
came to their senses.   
Looking up to His hill, 

To Yonder Light through the Cross 
casting all dependence aside 
they enter the Ark 
These now   deal in  matters of eternal realities, 
unknown, unsought, conscripted to miseries still,
pangs shot through their faces as arrows piercing a foe,
These have  deceased  bodies and suffers too, 

Longing for the returning of the King
these likewise are subject to the monstrous ills of the decaying filth
but for a time, 
the dying body, taunted, Jeered and calumniated. 
carrying about a third force  unknown to all, the Spirit.
They do battles with unseen foes to keep a pace with Him
 unseen spirits their attendants.

Myriads watching the match from vantage confines, 
though among men, mere men no longer. 
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