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The Truth Is Before Them
To their homes they fled, and they raced
For their fear in the Lord was great,
And still the fierce winds tore their hearts
And the straightness of their whims was corrupted.
Death arrived, death stopped existence,
To be sure the death had happened,
Too late!
Most people saw a sight too fine for their soul,
And yet when the tornadoes inhabit this Earth
The creation shall shake as if the Lord had forbidden
Our stray thoughts and actions.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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