Poem 94 : It is a Dirt
It is a Dirt
- T ABRAHAM
My nose is closed,
My eyes are shut,
I cannot tolerate this,
It is a dirty place,
Place filled with trash,
The uncivilized trash,
The primitive place,
Under utter ruins,
Who will save them ?
The trash of the mankind,
The humans who are filthy,
The foul manners,
Their dirty heart,
Their impure soul,
Repent immediately,
Sinned to become sinless,
But sinless to purify you,
I am sinless,
But I am among you,
You sinners of the earth,
Humans made of flesh and blood,
I have come to save you,
I am sent from the Lord,
Repent and believe,
The dirt is gone.
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