Murderous alphabet in square letters
fog of multitude lost in the mists of times
no one will have compassion for your lambs
and the pavement of your lament .
Philosopher of wandering that brings
the plague of knowledge ,
your empire-shaking trump
will fade away in shameful solo...
O three times cursed city
here comes the hour of judgement !
You ,who claim to conduct the orchestra of nations,
don't you know that Esfahan roses are half the world ?
At the thorn your hand will tear and drop the iron rod !
You're back flamboyant pharaoh !
Angel of destiny casts the first stone ,
in the night glows Baal's inferno !
Burns the tree of moral and rules,
Woman you will not taste the fruit of imposture ...
Once again as a prophet ,I say :
The sword on your neck will fall ,
green etendard your shroud ...
Son of the star your saga will end
in a constellation of sand ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Powerful work. You really paint this picture.
Thank you Thomas !
One of the best. Well done!
I' ve opened the book of prophecies !
And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow, and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
Revelation .6/2.
Is that you?
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