THE MUSE FROM MENORAH Ignitd the sand stones with seven candles sticks of seraphim. And had my innocent head dippd into waters of the cherubim, Where my infant self was gracd with irreconcilable prim. With which i dressd the pathways to my well being Like the saintd sages of yore which Tennisons triumphant entry was beamd With heavenly fronds prop up by the mystical powers Singing Angelic melodies, establishd upon the menorah. To pooh gyptian mummies and their evil past spread amidst children of rah. Whose drown horses had never found a place of rest like Pharoahs rejected body. Ordered by the light on the four winds of the world. Who said tah to the palaeolithic craft and woe onto self study Of elfs and the poisons of the asp turnd magic wands for all, To be swallowd by the command of higher destinies. May the scales fall from the eyes those charmed fellows, Whose communion inferred ways to satans libraries Loaded with passive scripts under the cloak of retarded memo Stamp of spells prompt a shrill voice with faulted specs. How could he be ermind by those blind agents Who failed to fanthom the menace of satans innate peck, Ushering in the naives with menial pageant. My flash insights is beyond any irredeemable inmates In the transparent world which seem dim to all in darkness, While this blissful hands are lifted into the clouds faraway. These eyes shall never close to see their delusive happiness, When the odorous oeuvre of all devils incarnates. Shall be in their dotage to be set ablazed in the mine, The justs with knightly armours shall never cease to shine.
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