Scoffers scorn on slack sanctions,
and do evil amidst the ascendencies,
laughing at null retribution,
forgetting the All-knowing Almighties,
The Councillor of creations carries no counts,
of time, nor money nor foolish mouths,
the same flame that destroyed Babylon,
will consume your temporal beyond.
The ropy rushes are refraining rage,
Holy fires are abstaining angry laws,
Alike it, nurture patience, absurd age,
Open the ears instead of jabbering jaws.
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