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Sabaism was the religion that people of small hamlet used to practice. Everything in this hamlet was extrinsic even it was situated at the exterior end of the world. Every tittle, every bit was external and the whole hamlet used to sound like an empty bottle –hollow.
Last summer or last of previous summer, there was a contagious attack of plague. This outbreak was spread and everybody died. The corpses were exhumed because it was an extrinsic hamlet.
The weathercock use to tell lies. People were never steered. Maybe winds of this hamlet were biggest liar and had affirmed to knavery and to deceive everything. People are dead but their spirits and ghosts walk about in empty and hollow streets. Sometimes in greeting, sometimes in solitary or sometimes static!
There was no rule to lash out the exotic outlandish spirits who hovered about to tease and to stab into souls, similar to the pain when nails are pulled out and separated from skin. No one knows whether or not these spirits and ghosts in static motion or are in relative motion. A lamp shines on the heads of spirits. The spirits used to open their mouths and used to utter those words that they had never said. Their grey-sparkled hair, dust of time is frozen on their shabby dresses. An extrinsic window is opened on their shabby dresses to see the comet. The comet which was considered as ill-fated and war star. But in this hamlet no one fights because everyone here has his own extrinsic window to see the comet embedded in their skins.
Ghosts and spirits are very cruel and ferocious, they cannot be saddled. So insolent and so defiant that they call souls from the world and place an open court to put aspersions. But souls are always so broken when they come here in this hamlet of extrinsic world. Whenever lamp shines, eyes are goggled out and souls are lashed.
The laceration happens every day and it comes from zenith to nadir. It can only be suppressed if this hamlet is destroyed completely with burning lamp closed and comet blown out. With a blow of this existing world where we all souls are outlandish and these spirits and ghosts never betray our trust wherever and whenever they want they call out souls and bridle them. There is just one norm of these sprits and ghosts, no forgiveness in an open court. And these spirits and ghosts keep playing with weather court like memories.
The shiny heads with sparkling heads
Glare out spirits to put them on flare
Open court to judge the drudged souls
Lashing them out to get fare
Weather cock is so defiant and insolent
Can’t do good can’t just been fair
The extrinsic windows to put the souls
Mark from zenith to nadir
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