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Enter Muharram

And when the Barking Dog died
We saw the new tzadik arise
His face kissed and adored by the Prophet
His rights stolen for profit
Inherited by the Increasing One
Increasing only in iniquity 
Inherited only because he was the Dog's son
Will we never have serenity?

And as the sun rose on a bright day
The High One's son arose to pave the way
For the future of revolutions
Last-ditch solutions
Fighting even know when you're at loss
Fighting for your values at the highest cost

I hear there's support for me in Kufa
And hence I must make my way there
But I know support for me will disappear
But like a moon in the sky our line will only reappear
Our message will stay clear
But today the light dies
And my spirit will swim through the skies
My blood will seep
Into the earth so deep
My special companions will lie next to me
My partisans in Kufa will surely spring into action
Though long after my sacrifice has been sanctioned

O Lord
I give my life to you
Cut me up
In a thousand pieces
And you will only receive a thousand voices
All simultaneously in praise
This nightmare is simply a phase
Until I am admitted to the heavens for eternal delight
Let me be an example to my partisans
For they are my people I leave behind
As I die here on this bloodied earth
Here in Karbala', the Land of Sorrow

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The Spirit Heart

When exterior
Utopia is failing
Go interior

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Small Talk, Big Thoughts

Hope you'll think of me

Because even if you don't

I will think of you

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Nice Guys

It's a guy who grew up with good morals
People with the purest of souls
Raised to excel and exceed
Born to treat
Attentive and sensitive

They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Time without boundaries
Listening to the problems and fears
Of the males but especially the females near
'cause those girls needed someone to listen to them
Someone to vent to, really
And yeah, sometimes it made the nice guy feel special
It feels good to be needed by someone you love
Or someone you can love

But the stars of fate and destiny above
Don't always align
Not for this type

And while the womenfolk prance and dance with their hairless monkey
They're mistreated, used, abused, consumed and refused
And the shes rush to the nice hes for that undying comfort
But the latter are getting restless
Their looks are ordinary, so how do they compete
With tall dark and handsome
When they're short, pale and human?
This guy's not a cheat
He's patient and his anger is merciful
He won't take advantage of womenfolk so vulnerable
Won't resort to objectify
But they're lumped with the jerks and shirts and together are vilified

So what does the nice guy do?
Contemplate.
He'll meditate
and say "hey,
Why are all my friendships one-sided?"
His empathy and reliable nature can't be appreciated
So it needs to be asphyxiated
Cut free, act differently
Take on a job, a car, a tattoo, a gym, an instrument
Designer clothes, cigarettes, cigars,
All what was feared and all that is sheer
bullshit
Like a hundred dollar bill, given so much value
But simply a sensitive cheap piece of paper
Easily ripped and quickly gypped
And he leaves his morality
Cuts his vocabulary
4 word sentences, 3 syllabus max per word
To get out of nice guy playground and friend zone

But that's really just accepting the parasite
Letting it infect you
Taking your views to the termites
Yeah, you might get tail
Or you may completely fail
Though will you really let selfishness > goodness?
No,
I won't
Not on the long run, at least.
Just this one time.
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A Moment's Treasure

Stop time in its tracks.
                         Enjoy every moment here.
                             Die with no regrets.

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Killed In Action

War
Enlist list
Signed sheets
Quick and easy
It's all so cheesy

Come home soon, please
Chinook ride overseas
She sends a letter
I've felt better
Worthless

Mortars
Night raids
Humanitarian aid
A spade's a spade
All this just to get paid

Improvised Explosive Device
Repeating "love will suffice"
Injured soldier
Never colder
Scared

Firefight
White flags
Lines of sight
Bodies to drag
A fire to constantly ignite

Longest war in history
Victory is a mystery
Endless gunfire
Situation dire
Desperate

War
Eternal
In our blood
Till our blood spills
And our casualty joins the statistic

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Story of My Life

To me you're still fine
Intelligent and pretty
But you won't be mine

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Red Tears, Black Skies

"No",
He exclaimed to the tyrant's vicious throne,
Only to have his body later trampled and thrown.

He was the tzadik of the period,
And the weight of the world rested on his shoulders,
His spirit was vested with authority,
As he was a man of great superiority.

A true Renaissance Man,
His qualities unbound by time,
And his murder will remain an unforgettable crime.

And he worked towards
The land of mourning and tragedies,
A land he looked to seek support,
Where the people had other interests to exhort.

Our majesty was led into a trap.
One by one, his family slaughtered,
Rivers of blood spilled and dozens of men killed,
And a baby murdered, as his arms flapped.
Like a bird, 
back, forth, up, and down.

With his sword drawn, the falling Hero valiantly Stood,
Against an army that no other man could,
Would they kill the heir of the prophets?
Harm the neck kissed by the Prophet with such tender love?
A man who sat on the Prophet's shoulders as a boy,
Thrown down and trampled like a children toy
Whose body was filled with arrows, resembling a porcupine,
Killed by men with absolutely no spine.

And physically, they could not recognize you,
But deep in our hearts our spirits are with you!
Our tears are shed like the blood from your neck,
As you taste the salt and pus we cry for your day of wreck.
Your physical body so shamed in the aftermath of the storm,
Only to be resurrected into a deserving new form.

No day like your day,
And every day is your day.
For we have dedicated our lives,
To not let your sacrifice go in vain.
A Timeless Revolution,
An endless revolt.
We will Stand where you can no longer stand.
And pick up your sword and fight throughout the land,
The tale of your tragic fate will continue to expand,
For it is the anthem of our lives,
And the song in our graves.

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The Storm

The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has set, lending its light for a little while
And like the moon I hung in the darkness, absorbing its glow, enduring the vile
My daydream of the daytime would engender a smile
But now my nightmare of the endgame only renders a trial
This river ain’t the Nile, it only runs for a little while
There was only a mile till the end of the aisle
The light at the end would only be a fire to contend
The dark clouds swallowed the moon
And the deafening silence sounded its eerie tune
The leaves yellowed and the moods mellowed
The foliage shrivelled and the sap drivelled
The soil became barren and the animals abandoned
The worms arise as the rain arrives
Time removed the songful chime
The hounds howled and the fiends scowled
The beasts growled and the brutes prowled

And while the divine’s care was undeniably there
I’d go to bed every night to my ceiling’s blank stare
The tears wouldn’t douse my fears
They only suffocated my eyes with a blinding glare
No one said that death was fair
But some say there is life beyond this sphere
My soul yearns for what my body will veer
To reunite with her and be eternally near
The devil laughs at his vulgar gaffe
As he and his trustees squeeze my spirit
His disease was made to displease
As he plunges me into his hypothermic freeze
The demons provoke all night
Until I invoke in my Lord’s might
There is no serenity in the storm
No amenity and nothing warm
The eyes that caused an indubitable hex
Have now sunk into the world up next
She rests as I rage
She nests in her eternal cage
Her red lips like the red rose have shrivelled from the pain that was imposed
Her eyelids are curtains that are eternally shut
She is wrapped in her perpetual clothes
The world has become one with her gut
From my wake she has been cut
But in my dreams she manifests
I see her as though she arose
I feel her as though she resurrects
And I bounce back into relapse
Not watching the clock’s elapse
Just waiting till I collapse
So I may be raised to see her again, perhaps
And while the world has left me with its scraps
I watch every luring sign and endure every swinging axe
My lace is untied
And now it’s time to lace up
Because even if the bride has died
You’ll need to find the strength to get up

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Secret

The tip of my tongue
From the bottom of my heart
I just can't tell you