O’ ye adamite,


do not rejoice your delay,

as it shall not last,

bow your head,

unto thy creator,

for there is an end,

to the sun ,

to the moon,

to this delusive world,

and to you,

naked shall the soul be then,

an attire of mud and clay cast off,

to return,

to give away ,

which never was yours,

to lie deep in the heart of earth..

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