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Who is Satan?
Satan is a creature from the world of the Jinn. The Jinn are a creation of God made from fire. They are separate and different from both the Angels and mankind; however, like mankind, they possess the power of reason and can choose between good and evil. The Jinn existed before the creation of Adam[1] and Satan was the most righteous among them, so much so that he was elevated to a high position amongst the Angels.
“The Angels prostrated themselves all of them together. Except Satan, he refused to be among the prostrators. God said: ‘O Satan! What is your reason for not being among the prostrators? ‘Satan said: ‘I am not the one to prostrate myself to a human being, whom You created from sounding clay of altered black smooth mud.’ God said: ‘Then get out from Here for verily you are an outcast or cursed one. Verily the curse shall be upon you till the Day of Resurrection.’” (Quran 15:30-35)
The Role of Satan
Satan was there in the Paradise of Adam and Eve and his vow was to misguide and deceive them and their descendents. Satan said: “…surely I will sit in wait against them (human beings) on Your Straight Path. Then I will come to them from before them and behind them, from their right and from their left…” (Quran 7:16-17)
Satan did not say to Adam and Eve “go eat from that tree” nor did he out rightly tell them to disobey God. He whispered into their hearts and planted disquieting thoughts and desires. Satan said to Adam and Eve, “...Your Lord did not forbid you this tree save that you should become Angels or become of the immortals.” (Quran 7:20)
Their minds became filled with thoughts of the tree, and one day they decided to eat from it. Adam and Eve behaved as all human beings do; they became preoccupied with their own thoughts and the whisperings of Satan and they forgot the warning from God.
It is at this point that the Jewish and Christian traditions differ greatly from Islam. At no point do the words of God – the Quran, or the traditions and sayings of Prophet Muhammad - indicate that Satan came to Adam and Eve in the form of a snake or serpent.
Islam in no way indicates that Eve was the weaker of the two, or that she tempted Adam to disobey God. Eating the fruit of the tree was a mistake committed by both Adam and Eve. They bear equal responsibility. and they asked God for forgiveness.
Form:
Truth Hurts but Sets You Free
I have no ounce for your feelings,
they misguide you so.
They throw you on a rollercoaster,
they shift your position to and fro.
One moment you are up,
and the next you are down,
you are acting like a yo-yo,
behaving like a clown.
You begin to yell and shout,
thinking you are justified.
You turn yourself into a public spectacle.
with every outrage, you die deep inside.
You have no idea the hurt you cause
when it is discipline that you need.
You hate what it is I say,
accusing me of being mean.
But truth be told, it is truth, you hate,
because it means you lose control.
Reality conflicts with the lies you believe,
and quite frankly, your gaslighting is getting old.
I understand you were led down a broken road.
And a paddle to the saddle you never had.
Truth and God are now your parents,
and that fact is making you mad.
But wake up, you spoiled brat,
see all that surrounds you die.
You live in a great hypocrisy,
because what you believe are all lies.
You cannot fight racism with racism.
You cannot hate men and call that love.
You cannot support women with feminism
when it’s a man you defend,
… parading as an imaginary female dove.
You cannot be for the environment
when you commit the same “crimes” you accuse “them all.”
You cannot be a vegetarian
unless you reject it all.
So, let’s be honest now, you are vain, spoiled, and angry.
and that is no way to truly live.
Jesus is who you reject,
because condemnation is all you give.
Jesus did not come for that;
he came to forgive every sin.
He died so you can live.
Now allow “love your brother” to begin.
Stop fighting and all your mischief.
Stop acting like a spoiled brat.
Start living like you preach.
Stop behaving like a rat.
Humble yourself, and in Him have faith.
Learn to live and how to forgive,
and follow His every command.
Only then you’ll stop your killing,
and with joy, truly live.
It is time for the people of the world, to stop pursuing the World,
start reading the Bible, and live a lawful, and faithful life.
Raise your boys to be men of great faith.
Raise your girls to be ladies of great faith.
And this world will be a better place.
by Martin Braun
August 1, 2023
"Why is there so much evil and hatred on Earth?"
He replied, "the Earth's balance in the natural and in the supernatural
has been greatly contaminated, and distorted by the great liar...
the great liar who roams in both realms. Satan comes to lie, steal
and destroy man's soul and no one can stand up to him, the prince of
darkness unless the power of the Holy Spirit is within a man or woman.
All a person has to do is ask God sincerely and on bent knees for this gift," this
Lion had said to me with total authority. The golden sunlight that found its
way through the dense forest started to take on a more brilliant intensity, a
more compelling intensity.
"I want to trust people again, but the ones I trust always seem to let me down
when I need them most Sir." He replied, "Dearest, you let yourself down by not
trusting you God-given instincts. You should listen to that Spirit inside you much
more than you have been doing. That Spirit will never misguide you.'
"I don't love myself like I know I should, or I would trust my instincts more,"
I said as I looked down at my feet. I was standing barefoot on the softest forest
floor that could ever be imagined. It was a good feeling to be so comfortable
in a place that has never been far away from me.
"Why do you feel so inadequate for the tasks and towards the things that I so
want to give you?" He asked me as the ground shook slightly to get my
attention focused back on Him.
"Because I'm ugly in my sight, and you're so beautiful. I have done such bad
things, not only to you and to others, but also to myself. I haven't been doing the
greatest job for you down here for a very long time, and I am ashamed of
myself," I replied.
"Do you want to stay in that mind set? Are you comfortable where you are in
life little one?" He asked softly.
"No, because I know that I can do better by not only improving myself, but my
life in general. I can help many people, but only when I decide to become
a stronger spirit," I said.
"What is stopping you?"
"Myself I suppose," I replied.
"Love, I have forgiven you. Why don't you come closer?" He said as His light
which mingled with the sun's light too on a brighter, warmer intensity.
(to be continued in The Conversation Begins Part II)
While sipping the brew from the bottle
The world is just a big bubble
Where the law is always denied
For the people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
As the sun rays leaks from the canopy
I can hear the birds chirp happily
As I throw grains on the canopy
I can hear the birds cry hastily
As one start to eat casually
I can hear the others cry angrily
As they fight each other craftily
I can hear the grains fall rapidly
As they fight each other for one
They don’t care when they have lost some
If they had shared with everyone
Than their loss would have been none
While sipping the brew from the bottle
My mind runs in full throttle
As I got lost in my joyride
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
As I was pulled from hallucination
There are people making noise in frustration
They talk for the change with minds in hesitation
They talk for the others with hearts in division
They fight for their god, they fight for their religion
They fight for their language, they fight for their region
They lie as they search for salvation
They cry as they mend their relations
They pry as they ask for a donation
They smile as they think of the accusation
Pointing fingers on me, as they talk for their nation
There is some complaining about their life
There are some stress from their child and wife
As their hearts are placed on a knife
They have still not forgotten to strive
While sipping the brew from the bottle
Life is full of struggle
Where your existence can be denied
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
The moon hung in the sky of night
Can you find the place of dark and bright?
Just like the hearts in black and white
Can you feel their will? Can you feel their might?
Every day I see many who die
Every day I see many who cry
The world is a journey where you live and try
You try to struggle you try to fly
Who will be the eagle or a mayfly?
Let see who will shout banzai (shouting cheerfully in Japanese)
While sipping the brew from the bottle
I lost in the dream of mortals
Where I will never know about misguide
For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
He is my mirror,
Just what I wanted him to be!
His smile spreads permeating delight.
His storge love is my strength.
My achievement, my smile, my pride!
My upright and infallible child!
His prates, sanguinity, dreams and ambitions,
Are treasures of my life!
He is a wizard who ignites the warmth a family requires!
Yes, he is my caterpillar, my cute little firefly!
This is about 08/02/22.......the day..... …………………………..He turned back and just said NO!
May be my protective spotlight scorched his vibes.
May be I could not hold his hand tight.
May be I did not understand and guide.
May be my preaching’s were just too high.
If the bond never existed, how would it survive?
May be it was a mirage just to misguide.
The anxiety, the exhaustion does not let me survive.
How would I wipe away those sullenly eyes and exasperated goodbye!
The dreadful departure and my empty nest strive.
How would I get out of this woeful sigh!
Closed eyes and rolling tears can’t decide.
Referee the conflict or may I just hide?
How do I bring him back, how do I inveigle?
How long this saudade will survive?
I still stand here or I have just died?
Without him I can survive, no I defy!!
WORD REFERENCE:
Defy: Openly resist or refuse.
Sanguinity: The optimistic feeling that all is going to turn out well.
Strive: Struggle or fight vigorously.
Sigh: Deep audible breath expressing sadness.
Saudade: A sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
Inveigle: Using dishonest way to convince.
Storge Love: Affection that naturally exists between a parent and child.
Preaching: The giving of moral advice in a pompously self-righteous way.
Exhaustion: A state of extreme physical or mental tiredness.
Permeating: Spread throughout.
Scorches: Burn the surface of (something)
Sullenly: in a way that shows irritation, ill humour, or gloom; morosely
Exasperated: Intensely irritated and frustrated.
Prate: Talk foolishly or at tedious length about something.
Dreadful: Frightfully.
Infallible: Always perfect and right, without any errors or mistakes.
Right now, are you feeling unsatisfied
with whatever you have in possessions?
Always feel stressed, some sort of depression
for not having what's desired, to be pride.
Feel of insufficiency kills inside
pushes hard jealousy, raze, obsession
makes one tired hankering for possession.
Evil thoughts initiates to misguide.
Have you noticed, what you have owned till now.
You feel upset, but others would envy.
Many can't think to acquire those somehow
in their lifetime; rein your greed -so deadly.
Don't know, what the future holds anyhow;
We've this moment, to enjoy be ready.
Love ‘now’ moment quietly ;
Never be ungrateful towards the life
appreciate each small aspect, no strife.
~X~X~X~
A caudate sonnet is an expanded version of the sonnet.
It consists of 14 lines in standard sonnet forms followed by a coda.
(Latin cauda meaning "tail", from which the name is derived).
The Caudate Sonnet, sometimes called a Tailed Sonnet, is an extended sonnet with a coda or tail added at the end.
It was first attributed to the Italian poet Francesco Berni (1497-1536).
This sonnet verse form is often used for satire.
The defining features of the Caudate Sonnet are:
- Strophic, a Petrarchan Sonnet, followed by a 1/2 line and a heroic couplet, this may also be followed by additional "tails".
The tail and couplet are akin to the Bob and Wheel.
-The poem can be from 17 to 24 lines.
- Metric, the sonnet portion is iambic pentameter.
- The tail line is iambic trimeter and the subsequent couplets are iambic pentameter.
- Rhymed, abbaabbacdcdcd dee.
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/?s=Caudate+Sonnet+
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resources at Poets Collective Site.
## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
rhyme pattern or volta requirements.
Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/
My friends go and not come back I have no clue what reason they have
decided to betray me all I know is that i'am tired of being lied to
I'm tired of losing my friends how come every time i got to know a friend
they up and leave is it just me if not what could it be
I was thought that friends stand by you no matter what the case may be
but I guess I was thought wrong on second thought no I was'ent I will
not belive that my mom has lied to me she at least stand by my side no
matter how often I make her mad she just yells and as an hour pasts she
is laughing and telling me she loves me never really got that but it sure
make me fell warm and cosie on the inside I think she is my best friend
upbringing can some times fall off track time after time whom do you
think your friends are how do they act towards you do they leave, do they
stay by your side, do they lie and misguide I wonder if they even try and
rather not know cause they probly just lie and try to hide, say they wish
they where here by my side knowing it's nothing but another lie
friends, friends, friends who are they are there any real ones there
my upbringing on friend say they will be truthful and helpful
yet i'v not seen that maybe one day I shall meet a true friend who will
only leave when asked to and upon leaving still give me a call everyday
to make sure that i'am ok that the image that I have put inside my head
my upbringing on friends, my upbringing on friends
shall always stay inside my head while i'am growing older by the day
looking and hoping to meet some really good friends some day , some day
I will meet a friend who will stay and not go away but intill that
I will not let my upbringing on friends fade away it will always stay
in my head, in my head, in my head
my upbring-ing on friends shall always stay in my head
my upbring-ing on friends shall always stay in my head
my upbring-ing on friends shall always stay in my hear
Love is alive, living on the inside
A gift of the spirit from Jesus Christ
Love is alive, and it won’t misguide
Because of this Savior who sacrificed
Love is alive, always sharing kindness
Only one of its vibrant characteristics
Love is alive, a feeling that is priceless
Exceeding the delight in all the statistics
Love is alive, never expressing any envy
It fills up the heart with goodwill and favor
Love is alive, providing intimacy in plenty
Revealing a way to taste love’s subtle savor
Love is alive, seeking the best for others
Never pursuing its own selfish purposes
Love is alive, looking out for its brothers
Hoping to give generously of its services
Love is alive, always avoiding what is evil
Reaching out with good intentions, caring
Love is alive, watching out for an upheaval
Giving itself from the heart with no sparing
Love is alive, rejoicing in all that is truth
Bearing all that comes to destroy its joy
Love is alive, discovering ways to sooth
Wise and charming just like a little boy
Love is alive, believing every heart’s hope
Reassuring the spirit with genuine sensitivity
Love is alive, enduring so that we can cope
Inspiring the deepest feelings of creativity
Love is alive, never failing to give of itself
Like a whisper of compassion and altruism
Love is alive, forever improving oneself
With a sense of appreciation and optimism
Love is alive, living on the inside
A gift of the spirit from Jesus Christ
Love is alive, and it won’t misguide
Because of this Savior who sacrificed
I write this willfully hoping we
brothers that are lost can all
find yourselves, it is said that
“The value of a man resides in
what he gives and not in what
he is capable of receiving.” We
as black men have forgotten
how to give, it was a point in
time that we were seen as
protectors and providers, and
considered the structured
foundation for our family's .
What happened to so many of
us? that made us fall from
grace, and lost hope and
discarded our faith. We've let
this world misguide our
direction and changed our
steps, chained our minds to
these materialistic idols that
only dull our souls. Portrait of a
black man lets paint divinity in
the way we use to shine, and
once again be a meaningful
sunrise to a generation that
turned off their lights. It's
imperative that we find
common ground with our
women, because with faults in
our own foundation we will
never be able to build happy
homes. Our own selfish acts
and desires are the reason they
made a "Plan B", to control the
conception of birth when our
"Plan A" should be to add value
to a women's worth, and raise
sons to become kings and
daughters to become queens. I
write this not to preach or to
teach you, but only give
enlighten thoughts for I once
too sat in the dark, but know I
understand why Prometheus
took fire from the gods. Portrait
of black man there's still truth
in religion but there's none in
your true religions, you can't
buy those type of genes. Our
brand names should be our
legacy.
His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.
“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your science is a sin!
You’ll burn in hell if you rebel
And let the Devil win!”
The Preacher Man then took a stand
To convert the sinners by the hand
“You’ll see the Lord you’ll praise the Lord!
You’ll follow blindly Christ the Lord!”
The more he chased, the more they ran
From him, The Preacher Man.
Leviticus was hideous
To the innocent righteous folk
“The fags all shalt be stoned to death!” (Lev 20:13)
The terror he provoked.
His crucifix read “Six six six”
The people use to claim
He’d always clutch on to a crutch
To get him through his pain
His acid tongue and Sabbath stung
With nails through his hands he hung
“My sacrifice is worth the price,
For council in the Lord’s advice!”
His rapture soon began
That beast, The Preacher Man.
His leather book of horror shook
The children to their knees
“Dash the babies against the rocks (Psalm 137:9)
And hang them from the trees!” (Joshua 10:26)
From town to town he went around
Proclaiming he could heal
“The pain of grace upon your face!”
(His wallet was concealed.)
So lock your doors and hide what’s yours
Protect your children from the w----
“I’m commin’ for you, I’m gunnin’ for you!
I’ll say that I’ve been pray’n for you!”
His ministry infests the land
He’s called The Preacher Man.