<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Offsprings Of Adam And Satan (ADAM)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adam's Son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Satan! My arch enemy by birth, <br>Thou can never be my friend at any rate, <br>Ye always ready to snatch my mirth, <br>That can't be done by a true mate, <br>O disobedient! Keep out of my sight, I thee hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have brain but also love, <br>I know fire goes up and clay falls down, <br>But true love soars far above, <br>Thy father proud snatched his crown, <br>Who couldn't appreciate love, so he did drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cursed by Lord! O defamed while! <br>Thou advise me adoring my own desire, <br>That snatches my heavenly smile, <br>And of committing sin thou me inspire, <br>Thou wish to ruin my hereafter, O proud fire! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou have might to run with the blood, <br>And reside in our heart, I don't decline, <br>Tell me! Who bestowed thee this flood? <br>Yes, it is God of ours of too thine, <br>In both worlds my Master will make me shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those who love God and to Him pray, <br>Physically they seen merely in miserable plight, <br>And fear to commit sin being on right way, <br>Cause He sees even in dark night, <br>Examine the faith of His subjects snatching their delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mohammad+Muzzammil">Mohammad Muzzammil</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463011" data-title="Offsprings Of Adam And Satan (ADAM) de Mohammad Muzzammil" data-description="Adam's Son O Satan! My arch enemy by birth, Thou can never be my friend at any rate, Ye always ready to snatch my mirth, That can't be done by a true mate, O disobedient! Keep out of my sight, I thee hate. We have brain but also love, I kno..."></div> </div> </div>

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