Annals Of The Thereafter.

The maker so wanted the earth
To be a dwelling of mixed breath;
For the righteous ones be given
A paradisaical heaven.
When truth and time have unraveled
The exploits that long have traveled,
A state of judgment is decreed


For meeds of goodness and misdeed.
A day heartbeats will move the ground;
The silence would be deadly sound.
The souls would flow of sweaty seas
As all awaits its dwelling keys.
Some faces will dim in dazed haze,
Beaming in gloom of burning days.
The slates on which are rotten deeds
Be received behind their backs' bleeds.
And it will be said unto them:
'Read the acts of your froward phlegm.
Your weights, today, are friable.
Their measures are punishable.
Off to the room of flaring flames:
An abode for the hellish names.
Tread in lashes the thorny pass
Be glad with throes in single class.
The caverns and pits of tortures
Shall be in distinctive measures.
The wailing mournings of your hiss
Be heard past sarcophaguses.'
Some faces therein will be strewn
Like the brightest of noble moon.
The slates on which are godly ways
Be received in their frontal rays.
And it will be said unto them:
'Read the deeds of industrious gem.
Your weights, today, are colossal,
Their measures would be plausible.
Enter the gates of precious stones;
Be happy and recline on thrones.
Drink from the pure wine crystal-white,
Worship in pleasure and delight.
In lofty gardens, shady trees;
In valleys graced with jewelries,
Delicious fruits and fleshy dates
For you and your transparent mates.'
The happy stays in happy place
A happy day is happy face.
And this I pray for me to be,
And this I pray for all to see.