TRIAL
A POEM
Descent from heavens to test my faith,
A trial of enormous ferocity
In your absence does my creed quiver,
Bid high, fake gods, in this sinuosity
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Not my child, not him, no he can’t be dead
‘tis not a dream, I wish, misled
Now a constant sorrow, an endless dread,
Whence ruled your happy jocosity
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This powerless, feeble, wasted fate,
And the talk of Eden, that ceaseless prate,
all deeds stored on a lasting slate,
All hail High Judge, Pomposity.
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Tall mount if my pain were a rock designed
A light so fiery it would turn you blind
A deafening roar were my screams enshrined
An art of grand sumptuosity
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Your sins are lost, rank high, may it be,
May it be a life of eternal glee,
Awaits you, expects you, a medal may it be
Prithy pity my plight, my loquacity
Burhan Abban 