The Great Havoc: Mahasen
The moment of my start ,
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .
The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me ,
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.
I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common ,
serving a wide from the times of Romans .
He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence ,
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .
I wish could I give thee a chance ,
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .
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