O' ye adamite,
behold!
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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