The Black Stone !

I intended to pronounce to go on Pilgrim
I vowed to engage in the function ;
where all the world is in Rim ,
Where all the world was immersed and enthralled ,
I called on to throw stones on Satan,
In the place holy and sacrosanct,
I threw on stones and went on like whirl of rim ,
The Satan was in grim ,
Bewitched and bemused of ceaseless ecstasy
Of hurling and flinging
I touched the black stone ,
Kissed it with raptures of revenge ,
I became cloud nine
Now I was totally fine .

Swoon and intoxicated of a good throw,
I became holy and sainted ,
Calling , calling and calling ,
I am chime of holy wheel ,
In a full swing of rhyme ,
Like a ding dong concerto ,
Like a obbligato presto,
Like a chorister in a holy shrine .
I was holy benign

I called on to throw stones ,
In the place holy and sacrosanct
I babbled to swipe all profane,
Like a tweet of bird ,
Like a shot of rifle,
Like a crusade mission ,
To touch again black stone .
I vowed to engage in a mission .
I intended to pronounce to go on pilgrim .
Mesmerized , mesmerized , and mesmerized I
Like a dazzling snow ,
Like an arrow bow ,
Slinging on skin.
Benign and blin
I touched the black stone

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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"