The Grip of Allah

The Grip of Allah You lessened your grip as you slowly bled out. Death rode in to remove all doubt. The weapon you held that fired your hate Lies silent now, no more lives to take. Anger and rage consumed your mind. Killing love and mercy, strangling the divine. As your bitter blood seeped into the sand. Shadows rolled in, dimming the land. Paradise awaited, or so you were told. But the gray rider smiled as he reaped your soul. In the name of a prophet, the innocent you took, stand in judgment as they open your book. You pleaded for mercy, be lenient my Lord. His wrath replied with a righteous sword. There is no paradise, no virginal homes. Your fallen heart left you alone. Birds and flies gather in burning desert heat. They wait for Allah to bless another feast. 1.12.17