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Bible story
I am the watcher in the citadel,
my eyes sweeping over the wasteland,
where abound: hills with sparse grass and boulders,
shacks and shanties, beggars and stray dogs and goats,
harlots, once intended for mothering,
children playing half naked in the streets,
an angry red haze glowering on the horizon, stoked
by the scouring wind, in summer’s hellish inferno:
now, in this horrid world I perceive, I do penance, my Prince;
your light once transcended this world,
when you invited me into the cool halls
and chambers of your palaces,
where you brought me sweet grapes and invited me
to partake of savoury dishes from your ample dining halls;
your lions did not savage my feeble body;
your servants of kindness served me hand and foot;
but, when you were far away, away from the sea
and the hills, seated in the central fertile flatlands,
where the azure winter’s air is rare and frosty,
the summers, in a good year, raging
with afternoon thunderstorms,
I invited the scavengers and the hawks in;
they ravaged your daughters of honesty,
your hospitable court they turned into a swine herd.
Now, my Prince, I can hear your chariots
thundering towards the once sublime city
you left behind, and I tremble, my Prince,
I tremble and I do penance;
let your light shine,
let your goodness bring forgiveness;
you come from the Most High,
let your light shine!
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