World/Ardh/Eia(n) Mouu - Salman Ahmed Khalid

Here we find in this Roman Land Signs long past of a People's Hand 'Viva la revo', now does fan Forgotten God and foolish RAND Lo! They see beauty in Beast and Ham Deaf an' blind, inside scann'd However can they find this 'Sleight of Hand'? Left to their devices, they flounder and clam Despot, Sad; Sodom Lad; await, await, something bad.

Here we find in this Battle Land Rotting bots who clutter and man This disconnect'd web, unmann'd And don't forget that 'Droning' Ram Robot: Slave; Schooled, enslaved = the vox populi bann'd Moderated 'Mod', afraid of God, and Death, and Man. Who dare to bare their minds, errant Without any worry or reprimand. Longs Arms alike for Joe and Jan And Hanah and Haan But for 'The One' and but for the bank. "(Their) -daily bread" stolen from every man.

I warn, I warn: Vero Nihil Verius As we tremble and stand In the abysmal Silicon Imperious.

Here we find in this Bette Noir Land A Beast to come, a Beast to brand These bestial States and underlands. What shoulder could bear - this state of Man? "(What) -saith the Lord", the God of man - who Sprung the wolds and then, Began? Whom shall He spring? Who shall revamp? Essau, Lamb or Mahdi Band? Now, the Junta need their water, scant But the banks their Pearls, and Dams they clam. The court is in session - and the world in remand.

Here we find in this Bedlam Land Chaos spun, Chaos ran No house is home, nowhere to land. What grain of truth in a grain of sand? Six degrees away from chaos, stand Sometimes 'coup', sometimes can't "Vide et - (who)?", "Go to the ant", With forty, forty make your stand

"Thy Kingdom Come" - and generations span.

Here we find in this Shaded Sand Mothers weep in the 'Mother of Man' A city sleeps as the demons sweep But a seed is laid, a fruit to bear. Oil and Gold may Religion, spare A mirage often eyes, impair. Hark! A rally cry I hear, I hear "Awake, awake, brethren band!" The Banner flies as he raises high A grain of truth from a grain of sand Locks of the Knights under Temple Mound But the Keys of the Sand are in Furqan, sound Hah! That very place will seal and bound The Branded Beast and all he found For that very place will that day fount The Messiah Isa, son of man.

Here we find in this Strange New Land, The Beast is dead and his councils, hanged. Then a king he reigns a Reign of Rain Every ruling of his, Reason bound Every subject with her crescent and crown Peace remains with the devils, rein'd

The Design has purpose, purpose found "Thy Will be done", 'Thy Actions sound', Will say this king, 'His Glory, abound.'

Wolves and stones converse with man, All proofs explain'd; all Ages spann'd And as per a certain sunan of man In the wake of his wake, fights will shake The world will bleed; A Fire will break - until Man, his Judgement heeds.