Ye! Guilt and disgrace
Formless tyrants
In the hands of the crooked
Thine are torturers wicked
Thy rely on traducers
Relish slanders of the envious
And like a sadist
Slit own kin's throat
Now look, see and behold
The great dragon from the lord
In the flip of its tail
Thy will shatter, with no avail
On the top of your tomb
Will a self be delivered
By the mighty womb
Conceived by the light of god.
mashoodkk
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