O! Performing artist of the weak and fickle mind.
Multi-headed serpent, frothing the air, in poisoned breath.
Degenerating, the Supreme, through creative lores,
As visuals of the divine masters, in naked glory.
Over awed prevaricator of the Holy Form.
Liberator? Struggling under the yoke of truth.
Throw not thy burden, thy duty to the human race.
The wheels of time, in time, will smother you to dust.
Lo! Hussain M.F., why did you not bleed.
Thrash your chest, to burning red, in anger.
For you upsurge the holy word of Allah;
Dismember incarnations of the Almighty; Now.
A contest entry
- Remember "The Lord" by misticmoonlite.
525 points, ended July 7, 2008, 11 entries
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Is not the soul within you a nano part of God?
Comments
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this is so very well written, the Lord is what you want him to be with in your heart, nice entry, thank you good Luck...
lin
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