Black Sin

Praying on my knees, Hoping that Allah can forgive me From the sins That gives me pleasure, Much pleasure. Sin is all I know, Sin is my way of living. It’s the only thing that’s Worth living for… To me atleast, Then came the torture, My heart throbs, angrily As the floor shakes, constantly. I run to the place Where I keep my deadly weapons, “Black Sins”, some may call it, But all I want to do is save myself, Not my family… I know what they are after. I am dead, I know, But I can’t go down Without a fight. “Allah, please forgive me”… I gathered my “black sin” And headed towards the family room, To my surprise, I had several unexpected guests… But only three caught my attention. It wasn’t a pretty sight, For I knew that I was going to die A DEATH much similar to the people I had MURDERED. They shot my wife, But I just wanted to save myself, I had plenty of wives… I ran downstairs To see my death approach me, Something that I thought I would never see. All of a sudden I felt pain, An excruiting pain, Build up in my brain. “Allah, please for—“ I was out. I was solid. I was dead.