High pedestal awaits one
bowed in prayers,
spending days in fasts,
known for his alms.
Yet a word sharp
flowing from these lips
spirals his throne
in pits of hell,
hurting a heart,
is a sin magnanimous.
Each oleander vowel,
every tear cascaded clandestinely
is preserved,
all accounted for
on The Day of resurrection.
So bring on smiles
on contours you face,
for their laughter
warms your heart
as well as Allah's.
A contest entry
- The Wages of Sin Are DEATH - a contest for TRUE religious zealots! by Mad Pastor Grovell.
375 points, ended August 4, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Disappointing as there is no mention of the TERRIBLE AGONY which all FILTHY SINNERS will suffer when God wakes up from his slumbers on Judgement Day and gets the RAPTURE en route.
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Wow, I just love what you have accomplished with this prompt. Your take's superb in everyway good luck in the contest lol
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Thanks a lot dear...
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Ahh, this is good - makes perfect sense to me
Be nice to others, love others! Even if it hurts you sometimes... it is better to not hurt anothers heart?
Hope I was on Best of luck always!
Amber
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You are just as sweet as a dear, merits if being good cannot be diminished by all or any bad virtues
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The world would be more kinder if people did this but sadly it will not happen this world has lost so much through the passage of time from hate thanks for sharing a great poem take care and be well
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Hey there are still many such you and me people out thee wondering the same thing, so I guess hope is not out
many dear
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