The land was full of violence
But one man, faithful,
Stood strong against he wave
And he dwelt
In the cavity
Of a rock.
The preachings of the prophet
Fell unheeded
On dead ears and leaden hearts
Like Noah's warning
Before the rains came.
Like pearls
The prophet's prophesyings fell,
A vision of a better world --
A house for man
Prepared by the Lord
For those who pass
The trial of faith.
But the people saw no vision
And they did not believe
Because they did not see.
Cast out, the prophet was,
Cast back no more to prophesy
But only to haunt again
The cavity of a rock
Wherein to dwell,
Whereat to write
The history of his people.
In those days
There arose one Shiz
Whose terror like a fire flew
From cowering heart to quaking lip --
The plague of fear pandemic.
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