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[aid] => mick
[title] => Of Abrahah And His Pride
[time] => 2004-04-12 12:05:59
[hometext] => A tale of the unrelenting pride of a king, his fall and damnation.
[bodytext] => In the early days of faith lived a great king named Abrahah ruling his great estates in his lands upon Arabia. A great ruler a majestic king with a million subjects seeing to his whims. An army he has mounted on elephants numbering in thousands what a sight beholden. But with his wealth and perilous might comes the spectre of pride the undoings of faith. As Mecca's holy shrine the Ka'abah was a prime visited by the throngs touched by thousands of pilgrim hands. A great king was Abrahah a follower of scriptured texts but envious he was of Mecca's great behest. A monument he builds to rival the Ka'abah to pull away the trails of pilgrims to his vale. Alas but for naught no one did even sought to travel to Abrahah's to the monument he create. So enraged he became that he seek to pound the walls of Ka'abah into bits on the ground. A boast he made mounting his elephants a great army he led to Mecca's sacred grounds. Avaunt his soldiers the elite of the day marching through deserts oases and Bedouin camps. The Quraish lords of Mecca were caught unawares with caravans in trading their kabilahs in disarray. No army can they mount to protect nor to defend Mecca's sacred grounds were exposed to Abrahah's lunge. So the lords of Mecca the kabilahs of Quraish lift their hands in prayer to God they did beseech. So approached the army of Abrahah to the sacred grounds of Mecca trampling all in their path with great tremors in their wrath As they drew nearer God did send and dispatch the force of heaven's will to seal Abrahah's fate Giant birds of prey ladened with stones from hell covering the desert skies with a rain of fiery hail. Upon both elephant and men do rain these stones from hell piercing through armor and skin with shrieks too awful to tell. Throughout the desert skies echoed their deathly cries ripped and rend to shreds by the stones straight from hell. So perished Abrahah a once and mighty king whose pride pulleth down of his glory no one does sing. So ends this tale of Abrahah and his pride a lesson to instill lest as too often we forget. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 43 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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