Its Glory Poem by Naveed Akram

Its glory shall be greater than the former temple,
For glory reigns and shines down on your sensibility.
Though whips and chains dazzle a ground to think,
One sold soul is another offering.
Its glory shall be in addition, opening the songs
Of the dead once more, like ruins of the right
And left paths, feelings came to the forefront.

Hyde, in his turn, took his brother's moment,
In it he displayed the worst features of the forces.
Jaws open wide, he ate the chain of steel and cones
Of the eyes disengaged, feeding a foot to winnow.
It has glory of the century, it reels in a fish,
And so a delivery of a bought being is in veins.