Would you mind telling me the
tale,
Of a lore so short, it ends.
Never should it be seen,
Nor could it be spoken,
Ne'er should it be written,
For as long as it persist,
Forever then it shall had,
Forever then it shall be.
For ages had it been endured,
And with age has it gone,
And for each had it been struck
back earnestly,
With a blow so mighty I'd trembled
to the floor.
The faith had weaken,
As ever so do you,
And the faintest of hope,
Are the perils incarnate.
Never doth the good life of mine
is the good life of yours,
And ne'er doth the good life of
yours ever mine to command,
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a
tooth,
An ear for ear, and a word for a
word.
For each that had been burrowed,
Has it been surfaced,
And for every curse cast upon,
Let it be heard.
And the time is now,
That the cogs of fate shall turn
aside,
Cloaked by a distant prayer,
The saviour to all.
The ticking of the great-hands
waits for none,
And the wisdom had gathered,
And all life shall pass,
For the good, and for the better.
The complication is at its end,
And we'll be the judge, for what
is to come...
-AFDHAL-
