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Weeping of the last prophet |
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A day comes on the people to realize that the God arises from the
serene inside on a humid patch of the sand of virtue, much of peace it
releases, and when the peoples’ chimeras overflow, the ambience they
shall fill with fog, and they shall not come out but cadavers effaced
by superstitions, Then the winners shall even upon its desolateness. A day comes on the people to forget the usefulness of speech, and closer they become to the light in between their feet, then an anarchy goes out and the God does not question any one about its sin, then don't soothe for the voice of those who creep in the page of Earth like short lines, then they disappear in the cave of themselves, and the details shall now not have mercy upon who abandoned her. Never..Never A day comes on the people and their youngest asleep he becomes upon a scar of his wooden history, and his booklet is filled with insignificancies, precisely he scratched them, quite before dead humans elongate from its bottom, and before a time where their children write the backache, so told by the larks which only sleep in the tombs of old symbols A day comes on the people not to remain silent on what they observe in the rib of the sky, nor they start with it in their birth dates, then their first resembles their last, not frightened but by the wick of the beginning and his pens it burns, then their end becomes like the first, involved in the bringing of the prophecies from the room of the sun, despite the differences of lexicons in washing its inks every generation, on the light.. Or by the dust of the bloods O people, a time comes on you and every prophet a God he becomes, then from now a Godhead become or the slaves you shall imminently remain, on the righteous course be incumbent, be the most dissipated argumentative people, Don't fear, enough of age you have earned to turn the saying around after he deeply marched in you, it is this bad talk that had ruined predecessor people, and since the advent of jurisprudence and the people are ignorant that the laws are merely an invention O people, the earth was an enthusiast by inventing the truth then the prophets varied on it, and then you accrued the oath thereafter a long sadness, weren’t the houses brimful like you, and the lexicons found between you, and the ends written in the faces, and you still awaiting on the driving sky, pastured you go away north, and you go varied south, and the conduct of Earth prior to the prophet you never read, don’t you comprehend? Don’t you comprehend?! Don’t You Co.. mp… re he nd??!! Mohammad Hasan Alwan Translated by: Dr. Iyad S. Eqtefan |
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