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!
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