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In Dream With Satan

I have Learned, 
I need to tell others, 
I have to take precautions,
I should never forget.
That was the darkest day,
Also the brightest night;
Things which should have been done,
They were enlightening my path,
I should have been buried when I was born.

What has happened to me because of neglecting the revelation,
Everything started a few months ago,
There is no reason for me to be unhappy;
Yet, first I had happiness,
Than eternal discontentment;
Some died,
Other got out of my life and vanished,
All cried water came out of their eyes,
That was the reaction of their body,
They defecated liquids,
Those bad liquids from the evil inside;
Then they become sad,
Under these conditions, it was senseless to be happy.
 
What do I think happens when life is ended?
What if there is nothing after?
What if it is like sleeping?
Then what is the sense of struggling?
I cannot understand where I am,
And why I am here.
I don’t know what will happen after my death either;
It is odd to hold on to my life with so much unknown in me,
Maybe never to forget,
I know the feeling is temporary but it hurts nevertheless,
Maybe I will come to laugh in a few months.


I think people are happier when sleeping,
At least one is not in control of the situation,
I wish I was awake;
I am having a strange dream,
I was opening a freezer in my kitchen,
In it, there is a huge spider,
I caught in placed it my hand,
All of a sudden with a scissors I cut off it legs one by one;
I heard the creature screaming as I cut,
It is horrible;
I am in bed again,
There with my horrid eyes, I see my legs amputated;
I am running away on my hands…….

Now Satan has appeared before my eyes,
By my weakness, I will surely mislead others,
I am asking Satan to leave me alone,
What makes him not to show respect to what God has created?
Is pride his excuse for such arrogance?
Is it because he is among the supreme?
And I dearest God….
I’m more beneficent for you,
You have created him out of the fire,
And me out of clay,
I would never obey what was created out of the fire;’
He is only a vermin only, 
he is weak,
I am so superior to be comparable with those born of fire;
They are worthless!

On my knees I am,
Oh Supreme Lord of them all,
You, the creator of all the universe;
My dear God,
My Almighty,
Behold me, 

I am the weakness and despair.
I am from Adam’s breed,
That for whom I have dishonoured,
you dejected me out,
I who once was dearest to you,
Oh lord, take me again in your hands.

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