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In The Company Of Cain
A sojourn on the far distant strange land,
Took me to a plain of the scorched sand,
Replete with the countless vertical holes,
Each was guarded by a figure with a wand.
Their round entrances were all black sable,
They were the abodes of those who did gable,
And agonized more the miserable fellows,
With the blood, the world they did dabble.
They were confined with no end of pain,
And were facing the plight for being vain,
Their cries mingled in the rising smoke, for
They were doomed in the company of Cain.
poem
by
Muhammad Shanazar
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