Asalamu 'Alaykuum,
This is a poem that I composed today, so sorry if its bad. I need more time but I don't have it. So anyway, please enjoy and reflect. (Note: Fasiqq means rebelious in Arabic, it also has other similar meanings. Please correct me if I'm wrong):
Al-Sa’a
By MuslimBrother92
Black vines wrap around the fountain,
Crushing its beauty, as if on it, was a mountain.
A stream of black blood, seeps from the vines,
As it enters the eyes, it makes the people blind.
Red sky’s consume the air, covering the horizon,
Birds fall out of the sky, and into the basin.
Slowly they die, a painful death,
As everything living, takes its final breath.
Blistering winds, strike the landscape,
As the water crashes, preventing escape.
Glaciers crash into the swallowing sea,
Light brightens the sky, preventing people to see.
Bones shatter, when hit with force,
Breaking children, without remorse.
Black vines enter the people’s minds,
Causing their brains to split and unbind.
Mountains sink into the crumbling ground,
As the lightning strikes and continues to pound.
Thunder deafens and causes people to shriek,
The future for them is very bleak.
The man in the mirror, smiles at me,
Saying death is coming, very bluntly.
He waves goodbye, as he melts to the floor,
Telling me that my record is flawed.
Volcanos erupt, spitting out lava,
Melting the rocks into hot burning magma.
Where do I hide as this is happening?
On the day of death, the Day of Reckoning.
Pregnant women, lose their child,
Causing the “brave” men, to go insane and wild.
Newborn children, become grey haired,
As their ears start bleeding, they can no longer bare.
Eyeballs burst, from the sizzling heat,
As the heart of the world, ceases to beat.
The wrongfully killed girl asks why she was killed?
What crime was committed, for her blood to be spilled?
People drown in their own body sweat,
As they realise now they are deeply in debt.
Nothing can hide, on the Day of Reckoning,
Where the sun will be lit, and ferociously blazing.
Where are the materials that once pleased man?
That deceived the weak, over a life span.
All is gone, nothing is left,
Your pretty little life is no longer perfect.
The stars shall fall, across the universe,
The ground beneath, will begin to disperse.
The sky ripped open, causing immense agony,
On this Day of Reckoning, everybody is lonely.
Realising the time I had in this world,
Wasted on nothing, caused my spine to curl.
The man in the mirror, warned me of this,
Instead of listening, I indulged in the bliss.
The black vines tighten around the neck of man,
Suffocating their evil, and then retreating back in sand.
The fountain of beauty ceases to flow,
To mankind, this is a heavy blow.
Ribs shall shatter and split the muscle,
Hearts shall dissolve, skin starts to crackle.
Necks shall snap, and bodies dismembered,
This is when everybody would have remembered.
Truth was there, but it was ignored,
This dreaded illusion is what was adored.
The wish of being sand will start to surface,
As everybody feels the overwhelming blueness.
Sorrow and regret shall touch the hearts,
As the body of the fasiqq, is ripped apart.
Insanity shall penetrate and overtake the sane,
Causing the evil an immense amount of pain.
The black vines wrap around my darkened soul,
Shoving in my mouth, hot, scorching coal.
The red pluming sky covers my body,
The blood in my veins begins to become clotty.
As I stand stiff, waiting to die,
All around me are people who cry.
Regret and demise strikes their souls,
As Al-Sa’a approaches, within them are holes.
Sin and disgrace exits their bodies,
As the rebellious line up as if they were armies.
Where will one hide on this day of death?
The day of Al-Sa’a, the day of final breath.
This is a poem that I composed today, so sorry if its bad. I need more time but I don't have it. So anyway, please enjoy and reflect. (Note: Fasiqq means rebelious in Arabic, it also has other similar meanings. Please correct me if I'm wrong):
Al-Sa’a
By MuslimBrother92
Black vines wrap around the fountain,
Crushing its beauty, as if on it, was a mountain.
A stream of black blood, seeps from the vines,
As it enters the eyes, it makes the people blind.
Red sky’s consume the air, covering the horizon,
Birds fall out of the sky, and into the basin.
Slowly they die, a painful death,
As everything living, takes its final breath.
Blistering winds, strike the landscape,
As the water crashes, preventing escape.
Glaciers crash into the swallowing sea,
Light brightens the sky, preventing people to see.
Bones shatter, when hit with force,
Breaking children, without remorse.
Black vines enter the people’s minds,
Causing their brains to split and unbind.
Mountains sink into the crumbling ground,
As the lightning strikes and continues to pound.
Thunder deafens and causes people to shriek,
The future for them is very bleak.
The man in the mirror, smiles at me,
Saying death is coming, very bluntly.
He waves goodbye, as he melts to the floor,
Telling me that my record is flawed.
Volcanos erupt, spitting out lava,
Melting the rocks into hot burning magma.
Where do I hide as this is happening?
On the day of death, the Day of Reckoning.
Pregnant women, lose their child,
Causing the “brave” men, to go insane and wild.
Newborn children, become grey haired,
As their ears start bleeding, they can no longer bare.
Eyeballs burst, from the sizzling heat,
As the heart of the world, ceases to beat.
The wrongfully killed girl asks why she was killed?
What crime was committed, for her blood to be spilled?
People drown in their own body sweat,
As they realise now they are deeply in debt.
Nothing can hide, on the Day of Reckoning,
Where the sun will be lit, and ferociously blazing.
Where are the materials that once pleased man?
That deceived the weak, over a life span.
All is gone, nothing is left,
Your pretty little life is no longer perfect.
The stars shall fall, across the universe,
The ground beneath, will begin to disperse.
The sky ripped open, causing immense agony,
On this Day of Reckoning, everybody is lonely.
Realising the time I had in this world,
Wasted on nothing, caused my spine to curl.
The man in the mirror, warned me of this,
Instead of listening, I indulged in the bliss.
The black vines tighten around the neck of man,
Suffocating their evil, and then retreating back in sand.
The fountain of beauty ceases to flow,
To mankind, this is a heavy blow.
Ribs shall shatter and split the muscle,
Hearts shall dissolve, skin starts to crackle.
Necks shall snap, and bodies dismembered,
This is when everybody would have remembered.
Truth was there, but it was ignored,
This dreaded illusion is what was adored.
The wish of being sand will start to surface,
As everybody feels the overwhelming blueness.
Sorrow and regret shall touch the hearts,
As the body of the fasiqq, is ripped apart.
Insanity shall penetrate and overtake the sane,
Causing the evil an immense amount of pain.
The black vines wrap around my darkened soul,
Shoving in my mouth, hot, scorching coal.
The red pluming sky covers my body,
The blood in my veins begins to become clotty.
As I stand stiff, waiting to die,
All around me are people who cry.
Regret and demise strikes their souls,
As Al-Sa’a approaches, within them are holes.
Sin and disgrace exits their bodies,
As the rebellious line up as if they were armies.
Where will one hide on this day of death?
The day of Al-Sa’a, the day of final breath.
