Put asunder eternity and time.
Divide the waters and let them never touch.
Let the heavens and the earth never kiss,
For as long as time exists, so should their estrangement last.
Ma lady, make pious prayers,
Pray not in anger but weep if you may,
Hold your heart, let not your tongue curse your God.
Shackle your bitterness, unchain it if only to forever lose it.
Voices of scrolls eternal shouting out from the chambers of immortality,
Yet to a man whose liberty has been taken by the death of his son,
The shouts only come out as faint whispers carried by the winds of time.
Whispers of truth, drowned by the storm of sin.
Let us pray to our gods, gods fashioned by the hands of politics.
Ignore the whispers, the voice of the people is the voice of God,
And right now, the voices are screaming in the midst of the storm.
Voices of despair, voices of benightedness.
And that is why the earth and the heavens will never kiss,
For the folly of Man so denies him the wisdom of eternity.
Fruitlessness, the maturity of the seed of Pride,
Will forever remain his bountiful harvest, in a vineyard of leafy fig trees.
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