To the living soul on earth,
Hearken unto my voice from the cracked grave,
Listen unto my still voice at thy cozy berth,
Doom is looming on thy blooming light.
The cloud is bending not for rain or dew,
But for thy gloomy day is nigh,
Where neither the sun nor moon will shine on thee.
Even the stars will run away from the cosmos.
While thou art passing through this tribulations,
Thy priests and beldams will cry unto thy gods,
For thy sins and sacrifices for the remedy of thy sins.
And thou shall found nothing to redeem the omen.
World of death is waiting to welcome thy lousy rich men,
Who shall escape the celebration?
The end of thy lousy rich men is food to maggot,
For they have enriched their body with physical nutrients,
Neglecting their soul and mind; they feed on erroneous words.
Proclaim to thy leaders,
The extremity of wall of Jericho is a lesson to all nation
And the end of King Nebuchadnezzar is a lecture to both weak and strong,
They take from the public fund to enriched their purse,
They boast with thy Rights like devil's heirs
And they punish weaks in earth's hell.
Let the righteous know this,
Their faith must not be shaken
By wealth or sweetness of earth.
They will stand to receive their gold at the end of race
Which shall lead them to land that knew no sorrow.
To the living soul on earth,
Hearken unto my voice from underworld,
Hell is meant for the devil and his children,
The heat is greater than the sun in the day
And the fire of the blacksmith.
Thy body will perish on earth but thy soul and mind shall suffer the consequence.
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