Death Life Judgement Day
By Anonymous
I Somtimes after Salaat sit back and wonder,
when the angel blows the trumphet will it sound like thunder,
what would it look like when the moon splits and the clouds are torn asunder?,
with my fore finger on my temple and thumb on my chin,middle,ring and pinky finger clenched tight i st back and start to ponder,
of how its told, doesent matter if your young or old,mothers forgetting and leaving their babies and pregnant women droping their load
when the heavens are to be rolled, like a scroll,your deeds opened up to you to be told
we played in the game of life, we rolled the dice,once your dead theirs no comming back twice,some believed and waited for the return of Christ
some are steeped in darkness yet they walk in the light,waiting for a bright day in the middle of the night
We must teach the sons and daughters, about the war slaughters, about shaton crossing the mind borders,
about the signs that Allah taught and the prophets brought us, in hells ways dont get caught up, from the grave your soul it will be brought up
judgement your deeds will be brought up
our souls walk this earth alone like a drifter,beware of the shape shifters,dont be one of shatons listeners,
you best believe that shaton always whispers[using large font size is not allowed]
and dont ever think that death will miss us
when death does his drive by one day he’ll hit us
on heavens list, will Allah enlist us
why is it the wrog people lead and some of us we follow
leaving our souls for that evil one to borrow
running back and forth like a bull and shatons the matador “TARRO! TARRO!”
then we get periced with that deadly death arrow
while our hearts are hollow
spiritual war is to follow
doctors shock that heart in your chest
when he comes nothing stops death
the final rest,
your soul is traveling while bodys holding its breath,
tell me could the dead be watching us wondering whos next
to have a tombstone for his or her crest
its more never less, at times i feel stressed
feeling like im cursed and not blessed
im off of cloud 9 and still depressed
life is a test
multiple choices alot of answers i guessed
nights in my bed i toss and i turn
thought of will i go to heaven or be amongst those who will burn
will i die at peace or violently fighting death when its my turn
knowing i wont return, from him we come and to Him we will return,
yes we’ll all get our turn
I sit back after salaat a start checking
I realize that this life is a blessing
over nothing im stressing
a premature mind im letting Islam give a C-Section
using my heart and brain and Quran against shaton as my weapon
lookin for life lesson
Muhammads life and the Quran kills shaton faster than a Smith and Wesson