A scream!;
Begotten of the long depature of the voice of reason.
Many a mortal would react in kind;
Mortal i am
But scream i cannot!

Oh wave!;
Begotten of the belly of that which flows wherever it pleases
Proud you are!;
For you tumble and leap, mid-air a minute and silent the next,
Oblivious of the daughter of the man
Her steady gaze, or the envy of it!

Yea Mind!
Patient you are!,
I say again; patient you are.
Harbouring her screams of ages past,
Your business you attend,
Conscious, but not;
Of the daughter of the man
Who mortal is but scream cannot!

And you who come across the daughter of the man,
Pay you will!
For the scream of ages in her buried
For she is both young and old,
Daughter and mother, and aunt alike
Found in the land where their skin is dark
And oil and greens abundantly abound
Till the harbinger of her screams desist,
Or THE SENT; to take hold together with her be found!!!

John 14:16 - "And i will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter that he may abide with you for ever "