WHO YOU BE ? Once upon a time, You were Lame, unknown, so weak without a name, From your Mamas womb, you had all you needed, nine months saw your expected exit, a weird world, you paid a swift visit. Once upon a time, time, time... there was a kid, in myths, he came, like her kiths, Naked, uncircumcised, plus a eye that couldnt see, deaf, what could he do as a toddler? Once upon a time, the blind boy sees, and the dead legs walks, From infancy to fantasy, from fantasies to ecstasy, from ecstasies to Nemesis... Wasnt there a warner? How could someone who was nothing become something, and then be found wanting...? The toddler of yesterday is here, heavy enough to draw envy, He built his life on a strong stage, crafting the world in a long cage, life shadows became endearing, luxuries, simply enticing in a rage, Islam parted with his page! How could you have missed it, when whatever you own will eventually miss you? Who exactly are you? A precious slave or a stupid knight? He keep chasing fame after Fame, pathetic in his porous shame, after a simple slur, he would wage a waxing war, no one crosses his path, yes, else they are ready to be torn apart! Later, hell scream like a desert toad; dont you know who I am? abeg who you be? Certainly, the best in the sight of Allaah are the most pious and God fearing! For sooner or later, the grave will demand you pay your wage no matter your age. and Allaah knows best. Allaahu l Mustaaan
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 07:43:52 +0000
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