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Remember your Creator,

In all the days of your youth;

As the Officiator,

The Defender of the truth.


The coming of evil days,

As those years are drawing near;

Everyone disobeys,

No longer has any fear.


I have no pleasure in them,

As the only one to say;

For I know God will condemn,

Anyone who goes astray.


Before the light from the sun,

Darkens the moon and the stars;

Clouds return rain has begun,

Acid rain will leave its scars.


In the day when the keepers,

Of the house starts to shiver;

Awakens all the sleepers,

Flooding banks at the river.


For the strong men have been bent,

And grinders cease being few;

Because they could not prevent,

Or just how they should construe.


Those who look through windows are blurred,

As the doors are shut and locked;

What has been said has been slurred,

The sound of grinding is blocked.


One rises up at the sound,

Of a bird chirping a song;

All the daughters gather round,

For hearing what they have long.


They are afraid what is high,

Of the terrors in the way;

In hearing the shallow cry,

Of those who were led astray.


You see the almond tree bloom,

The grasshopper drags along;

Desire fails feeling gloom,

Because so much has gone wrong.


Vanity of vanities,

Since man is not going home;

Immoral insanities,

And he will constantly roam.

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