In the long gown of Mullah,
a scorpion finds a home,
the audience at the masjid hall,
see streams of tears on his face,
in rush flowing down his cheeks,
think God-fearing is mullah much,
beyond any measurement,
fears people must not see,
scorpions of sin rears he,
the blind audience do not see,
sin has entered into Mullah's womb,
what will the mullah deliver ever,
except the words of sin? ...
Mykoul
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