Her face shines brilliantly bright
Especially when she preludes the night
When the breaths of dawn will soon
Show their luminescence to loom
At the end of dawn is the beginning of day
That’s when she shows her beautiful face
Like a sea of tranquility over an ocean of bloom
She reveals herself in the color of blue
You see her face that color, deep and intense
Sometimes you see her perfection covered by dense
Fluffiness like rises from her bright face
White birthmarks that swim from place to place
Dark hair spots her green and brown womb
Pregnant with death brought by life’s doom
And places on her body are golden and hot
While others are cold, white as she cries dots
Due to her makeup running, frozen fragments fall
Her white make-up’s tears drop on her tall
Tanned body making the whiteness cover
Select spots where her truth is blanketed under
The same form of matter that makes up her tears
Life giving drops to her body so clear
She feels for us thus she cries out of mercy
And granted is our wish for those who are worthy
By the One who created her, subject to us
A means for us to reside in for indeed we must
To survive and hide in her skin of strength
Giving us protection for a great length
But don’t get her angry for indeed she is fierce
When her blood boils and bursts out to pierce
Out of her hard flesh, spherical in nature
And her hard skin breaks, shaking, it waivers
In anger and disgust, she vomits her innards
Burning her inhabitants while making her thinner
From her soul inside which is like a burning sun
In the form of molten lead; she’s an arduous one
Have you seen her furious yet? I hope you haven’t
Her words slice through the air in a storm so ravish
She fires harsh words in every direction
Twisting and collecting all in its path’s apprehension
And when she curses us, it is a painful site
Winds of fury are her words of plight
Lifting up and destroying her own inhabitants
When they indulge in sin and lived lives extravagant
And when she feels pain, her pain truly is great
It sweeps away the people with tears overweight
Waves of sadness consumes all in their wake
The deluvian madness must always overtake
People feign realize that she gives us our life
But when her Master angers, we lose our own wife
The one who nourished us and weaned as well
A mother that preludes either Heaven or Hell
So look to her yes, yet look still much further
For albeit she cares there’s someone who always nurtures
Our very soul and being day in and day out
Who commands her visage to smile or to pout
That causes that terrible vomiting to emit
And the storm of rage across towns to hit
That causes her curse to rip across wind
And floods of calamity to recompense those who do sin
He is the One who caused her peace
He is the One who let her release
He is the One who designed her beauty
To whom she prostrates to in perpetual duty
Through her we are given shelter all that which is over her
Through her we are given food that is unaltered
Through her we are protected from a storm of stones
Outside of her body where darkness freely roams
But when she is stretched out and laid out flat
And deeds of our souls on a balance are racked
She will testify either against us or for our help
According to what we did on her body she felt
She worships her Lord while she is great
Knowing she’s nothing but a temporary state
For us to reside in until we must return
To the One who gave us her to either rejoice or burn
So which do you choose, the former or latter?
When all that once was will no longer matter
Except for those of the truly righteousness
When He in whose hand my soul is silences
Letting our own bodies speak as witnesses
To admit us to eternal loss or perfect sinlessness
And that’s the Day when you will finally realize
That every time she cried was a celestial sign
From the One who gave us life and protected
From a storm of stones, with her aura deflected
Except what He wills and no one will help
Against Him except Him from the asteroid belt
At the end of dusk is beginning of night
When the rest of day ends of its plight
And a rest from our day’s work is found
As she covers herself in a face veil, bound
All you see are her millions of sparkling eyes
Winking at you from a distance that seems to lie
In fact, those aren’t eyes, but other bodies
That are so far from her that it makes you think of the Godly
Because indeed, He created has it all
When stars will eventually die and fall
We will return to the one who gave us birth
The Closest, the Greatest, the Last, and the First.
“Blessed is He in whose hand is dominion, and He is over all things competent –
[He] who created death and life to test you [as to] which of you is best in deed - and He is the Exalted in Might, the Forgiving –
[And] who created seven heavens in layers. You do not see in the creation of the Most Merciful any inconsistency. So return [your] vision [to the sky]; do you see any breaks?
Then return [your] vision twice again. [Your] vision will return to you humbled while it is fatigued.” (Qu’ran 67:1-4)
Especially when she preludes the night
When the breaths of dawn will soon
Show their luminescence to loom
At the end of dawn is the beginning of day
That’s when she shows her beautiful face
Like a sea of tranquility over an ocean of bloom
She reveals herself in the color of blue
You see her face that color, deep and intense
Sometimes you see her perfection covered by dense
Fluffiness like rises from her bright face
White birthmarks that swim from place to place
Dark hair spots her green and brown womb
Pregnant with death brought by life’s doom
And places on her body are golden and hot
While others are cold, white as she cries dots
Due to her makeup running, frozen fragments fall
Her white make-up’s tears drop on her tall
Tanned body making the whiteness cover
Select spots where her truth is blanketed under
The same form of matter that makes up her tears
Life giving drops to her body so clear
She feels for us thus she cries out of mercy
And granted is our wish for those who are worthy
By the One who created her, subject to us
A means for us to reside in for indeed we must
To survive and hide in her skin of strength
Giving us protection for a great length
But don’t get her angry for indeed she is fierce
When her blood boils and bursts out to pierce
Out of her hard flesh, spherical in nature
And her hard skin breaks, shaking, it waivers
In anger and disgust, she vomits her innards
Burning her inhabitants while making her thinner
From her soul inside which is like a burning sun
In the form of molten lead; she’s an arduous one
Have you seen her furious yet? I hope you haven’t
Her words slice through the air in a storm so ravish
She fires harsh words in every direction
Twisting and collecting all in its path’s apprehension
And when she curses us, it is a painful site
Winds of fury are her words of plight
Lifting up and destroying her own inhabitants
When they indulge in sin and lived lives extravagant
And when she feels pain, her pain truly is great
It sweeps away the people with tears overweight
Waves of sadness consumes all in their wake
The deluvian madness must always overtake
People feign realize that she gives us our life
But when her Master angers, we lose our own wife
The one who nourished us and weaned as well
A mother that preludes either Heaven or Hell
So look to her yes, yet look still much further
For albeit she cares there’s someone who always nurtures
Our very soul and being day in and day out
Who commands her visage to smile or to pout
That causes that terrible vomiting to emit
And the storm of rage across towns to hit
That causes her curse to rip across wind
And floods of calamity to recompense those who do sin
He is the One who caused her peace
He is the One who let her release
He is the One who designed her beauty
To whom she prostrates to in perpetual duty
Through her we are given shelter all that which is over her
Through her we are given food that is unaltered
Through her we are protected from a storm of stones
Outside of her body where darkness freely roams
But when she is stretched out and laid out flat
And deeds of our souls on a balance are racked
She will testify either against us or for our help
According to what we did on her body she felt
She worships her Lord while she is great
Knowing she’s nothing but a temporary state
For us to reside in until we must return
To the One who gave us her to either rejoice or burn
So which do you choose, the former or latter?
When all that once was will no longer matter
Except for those of the truly righteousness
When He in whose hand my soul is silences
Letting our own bodies speak as witnesses
To admit us to eternal loss or perfect sinlessness
And that’s the Day when you will finally realize
That every time she cried was a celestial sign
From the One who gave us life and protected
From a storm of stones, with her aura deflected
Except what He wills and no one will help
Against Him except Him from the asteroid belt
At the end of dusk is beginning of night
When the rest of day ends of its plight
And a rest from our day’s work is found
As she covers herself in a face veil, bound
All you see are her millions of sparkling eyes
Winking at you from a distance that seems to lie
In fact, those aren’t eyes, but other bodies
That are so far from her that it makes you think of the Godly
Because indeed, He created has it all
When stars will eventually die and fall
We will return to the one who gave us birth
The Closest, the Greatest, the Last, and the First.
“Blessed is He in whose hand is dominion, and He is over all things competent –
[He] who created death and life to test you [as to] which of you is best in deed - and He is the Exalted in Might, the Forgiving –
[And] who created seven heavens in layers. You do not see in the creation of the Most Merciful any inconsistency. So return [your] vision [to the sky]; do you see any breaks?
Then return [your] vision twice again. [Your] vision will return to you humbled while it is fatigued.” (Qu’ran 67:1-4)