The mirage in the desert

PART I.
The lost sufi in the desert of temptations of satan; the very nest of all evil.
Weary of sin, beaten sick by the disgrace; a truly burden to carry for any man,
as every lost shall know unsatisfied thrist and untolerable ache.

Still he does all acts of pure hedonia and of out of ego -- the roots of all sins!
The dance with the satan himself!;
All confused, dumbfounded, mesmerized and spellbound, cheated and betrayed;
so he can't see into the very essence to realize his very own hunger and 
cries of the lost sheep.

PART II.
On the dark path came the light, and an Angel appeared:
"Oh, LORD! The mirage in the desert of hellfire! The brief dwelling of divine; 
a drop of grain of sand in an hour glass! The Sufi said, and dropped to his
knees after the very revelation before his eyes was over.
"Lord, Lord! Now truly I have seen your face being releaved on me! Now I know what's
worth of love and your love!" Sufi said laying fully on his knees in an prayer, and he cried
the God's name.

PART III.
But thus for a moment the Sufi had company of Heaven beside him,
as without the God, he would never step from the dark in to the loving light, the one yet to save him.

Sufi: "Farewell my sweet saving Angel of Holy!
If you never appear before me;
yet I have come to realize by the mere glimpse of your divine beauty;
that the love of God,
can raise dead from hell!"