I try and picture

I try and picture the scene of True Islam

where people do not mess their plan

fulfilling the tales of what we used to hear

of honour and justice that have dissappeared

green luscious destiny scripted in the bounty of life

we forget the image of the truth, conquest beyond trouble

advancing in strength of history

bravery quests magic angels courage

the times when swords battled armor of dark

and the times when deserts were oceans

and oceans were never apart in faith

for Islam was the truth

and God was the reason

for communication

of word to be spead and Quran to be read

and spun were the soldiers of religious entity

their definition blazing to me through time

they were the meaning of true islam

no lies

just rebellion to never succumb to earth

for their minds were great and powerful


their message strong and wonderful


God is great, We live to say that


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I expand with breathlessness and pain at the advance failure I've become
I wonder a thousand years ago could I have been more beautiful than a modern coward
I wonder a million years ago could I have been a queen of my time
for now I have evolutionised into a small cell of fat
fat of waste globulated with remorse
never able to wake up in the morning when my ancestors did
never able to read Quran in the dawn when my beautiful queen ancestors did
they shone the earth through their love for God
they never missed

I have been goaled on so many times the winner has lost count
100. 200. 300 breaks in love
the cycle is lost between them and I


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