Solitude of Fame
Through thick, thin and thuds
Thine was the strong will to revive
In the long tunnel of goods and bads
Wishing a trumpet of revelation could arrive
Clocks ticking in unison
To thee, sounds like psalm of life
And like eleventh hour cock tintinabulation
Is marking the time of denial and strife
Holding back thy breath
On cross. With veneration of the saints
Calm! Gazing at this sacred wealth
None was purchased via cents
Don't please! Jesus don't leave!
Ere I tell thou the ultimate sorrow
Left behind in a strengthful heave
Of the final hour of a hero
Thine hast been Holly Gospel 'n' fasts
Trophying this massive nation smiles of triumph
Preaching and healing to the last
Of the wholly human 'Kulturkamph
Redemption, salvation for free
Just after thy solitude of fame
When you'll buid tample in three
Days. Together we praise your name
And here you fly. Taken in prayers
That go where the eternity begin
Sit on the topmost layers
Of Heavens, forever and again
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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