Dedicated to all those who believe in the hereafter...
When the earth shall tremble
And the mountains shall fly
Like the clouds you see floating
In the heavens up high
And when the trumpet rumbles
The earth will get torn
She will gag out her burden
Like a virgin-born
Then a man shall appear
To ask her of the matter
And she shall tell it all
Of good and evil; of rise and fall
Tidings she wouldn't bring you
But on your Master's call
So shall walk the mankind, their Final March
On a ground which will suffer
Both old and young; delicate and larch
And in the ledger, man will find
Even his slightest of gambles
From which he was blind
And those he would scramble
Thus when you Lord
Gives each soul its reckoning
Then it is set for its nadir
Or will reach its zenith
And there you shall see men
Shrouded with stupor, without having drunk
Their eyes fearful, without having shrunk
So my transgressions became my depression
Shall I abandon all hope?
When I enter the Eternal Session
With none to buy my dope
That 'Six Feet Under and Beyond' was in oblivion
And in the stranglehold of desires mundane I always was
Now bitter will be effect
When shallow was the cause
Poetry by Safwan Ullah
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Written on 2014-01-20 at 12:51
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Six Feet Under and Beyond
The hour draws nighWhen the earth shall tremble
And the mountains shall fly
Like the clouds you see floating
In the heavens up high
And when the trumpet rumbles
The earth will get torn
She will gag out her burden
Like a virgin-born
Then a man shall appear
To ask her of the matter
And she shall tell it all
Of good and evil; of rise and fall
Tidings she wouldn't bring you
But on your Master's call
So shall walk the mankind, their Final March
On a ground which will suffer
Both old and young; delicate and larch
And in the ledger, man will find
Even his slightest of gambles
From which he was blind
And those he would scramble
Thus when you Lord
Gives each soul its reckoning
Then it is set for its nadir
Or will reach its zenith
And there you shall see men
Shrouded with stupor, without having drunk
Their eyes fearful, without having shrunk
So my transgressions became my depression
Shall I abandon all hope?
When I enter the Eternal Session
With none to buy my dope
That 'Six Feet Under and Beyond' was in oblivion
And in the stranglehold of desires mundane I always was
Now bitter will be effect
When shallow was the cause
Poetry by Safwan Ullah
Read 465 times
Written on 2014-01-20 at 12:51
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