Thy Full Supremacy Thou Knew’st
With the resulting focus and easy perspiration
Discipline, the sword and shield of inspiration
Professes those lessons which if not learned soon in blood
Become sorry casualties, remnants of a forgetful flood
When voices from an abyss hurl their remark
With no ships nor life boats left to embark
“Where is Noah? Have you seen the wondrous ark?
Set sail upon your bronze back warrior
Set light upon the dark”
Even experienced hypnotists have lost hope in a cure for thee
Voice that cries from within, why doth thou torture me
Where the Morning Breeze has entered just in part
Not a single chamber exists in Bashir’s heart
Cooking to cope, oh dinner and dessert for my soul
Who art the sole possessor of it’s savour
In it’s whole
It’s from الله
