The blessings of the deep belong to this power
Over its ferocious downpour,belong this power,
Beyond the grasp of earthlings, whose prejudice upon which they trample foresight
The calls for duty lovers of dreams calls for obey
From gnashing teeth to beehive of golden applause,
Yonder heights never seen surmount
Lays the the riverbed of the golden sparkles,
In the discourse with the golden patriarch of blessed memory,
Had I not him supplicates and implore:
Papa when you re young you go to bazaars yourself
But when you re old who takes your errand?
We thy seeds thy cloths from your bone shall cover you."
How times flies and lo black power grow with siblings
And lo forced himself to ask himself same questionnaire
He poses still the interrogate and practically none to reply
Shameful that there was no child to reply
And in the trance of the night,most high brokers him retorts to the interrogate
And to me provided he me the gentle retort like a cold water to thirsty soul
He says to him"I shall cover you with the children of angels
Your children shall be angels and shall knows no death in their bone marrow
Shall cure death from thy bonemarrow
And causes and siblings to live forever"
Blessings from heavenly moisture
Came with relentless downpour and the angelic kids
Smother him from bone marrow wasteful death itself
Wasted from his bonemarrow
How black power in the space with beautiful cities built by the angels live forever
With his afficionados and adherents and foe alike.
Hail and hark world greatest dreamer!
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