Miscellenous Memoirs- A Jannesary's Journey

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Miscellenous Memoirs- A Jannesaery's Jounrey

From this tourney starts man's journey...
Journal he may, thoughts of grandeur & greatness,
Yet only in humility lies this epiphany, a minion to he whose is ultimate dominion...
Does man think himself self-sufficient?
His profiteering ever so proficient?
Verily, his is a matter most defiled and deficient...
I'd be over the days of deliverance ever reminiscent...
When this faith's bud just blossomed as a new moon's nightly crescent...
These knightly men's fasting by light and prayering by night gave forth from enshrouding darkness a piercing sight!
How had we ever, these ways of valor, lost; and for such meager a cost...
Yet I still see glimmers of an essence, perhaps to signal an end in this long lapse in luminescence...
These scales of rigour sequester men of vigour...
Not tongues vulgar, nor deeds dying and leger...
Where be those astute arms, the sight of whom shayateen greeted by ringing alarms...
Their warmth burning wraiths of harm & the masses flocking to this celestial charm....
So it be, now in numer we flee, fletcher shafts of the dark arts and lecher....
Our ranks filled by traitors, their famed treacher! 
I see the sunset's shades mix with a barrel's smoke..
What times to traverse! This masterful stroke!
Ya Rabbi! Thee alone do the believers invoke!
So make easy for us our affairs, and make us travellers in just fares!
We are now indeed, of whatever goodness you've destined, in need...
Even the haughty now heed! O' most magnanimously merciful, bestow thy mercy as you hear us plead! 

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