My soul is sounding in my eye
It sings what my tongue fails to tell
It recalls me the preeternal promise-
That my lord took of me
When I was unborn yet- -
As a being of water and clay
But, ah! I could not say why!
I was awed In His presence
By the tremendous glance of lord
He, too, made a promise to me- -
'Leave for a while, I'll call you back
Don't get cold and white
You will share my lots on the Earth
And be my vicegerant there'
But, eh! my lord no more speaks
To me of His promise old- -
Who will remind Him!
He doesn't call me back- -
To the fairest heavenly home
I am depressed and lonely
Living like a tenant here
I am in a burning inferno
The devils' abode
Where children of Satan
Are destined to rule the roost
Where children of Adam
Are tortured in excruciating pain
Keep your promise, my lord!
Call me back to you,
And set my heart at rest
Show me the jagular vein,
That could connect to you
Such that I might know
That you are nearest to me
Mykoul
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