Channel: Boonaa Mohammed
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And you don't even know it.
Never saw it coming.
But you were so young.
So much life, so much loving.
So much hope, so much sorrow. I guess so much for tomorrow.
Your family will miss you dearly. I still can't believe that you're gone. The news hasn't sunk in. They still think you're coming home.
when things don't go our way, the entire world must be wrong. They say it wasn't your time, but to a law we belong.
Your soul left your body before you had the chance to say goodbye. It caught you unexpected within the blink of an eye. You were busy with the world when you felt a tingle in your spine. Your heart began to race your eyes became blind coming closer to the light. Was this a trick from your mind? Or did you really just cross this life finish line? The cost of deception is that everyone's got to die. In a world where everybody is just trying to stay alive. Even if you aren't ready it could come at any time doesn't ask for your permission doesn't need you to co sign the dirt is getting ready and your whole has been assigned. Your mother helps to wash your body one last time.
Pre ga NASA it was raining cats and dogs they put you in the ground and now you're all alone.
Hearing footsteps of your friends as they begin to moan we wish you all the best so sad you had to go. People talk about death but what about when death talks to you? rips the soul from your body will you finally say it's true? The good may die young but the bad still gotta die to every soul shall taste the SIP from this restless brew. This is the day you were promised your grand debut no turning back now. No makeups no redos from this point on there is no need to review it's just do or die or in your case. Just do it's all you the real absolute moment of truth. And just like that perfectly on cue to angels enter your grave sit you up and ask you who is your Lord?
In this world,
you only worshiped you.
obedient to your desires, a slave to your own views. What is your religion?
Don't say it was this Dean.
Your last name never stopped you from your wicked routines. Who is your prophets?
You heard the people say his name but you never stopped to defend him when they spoke it in vain you didn't pray the long nights you didn't fast the long days you didn't even bother trying to seek forgiveness for mistakes you didn't have any fear. You weren't sincere. That pore on on your bookshelf was just a souvenir. In fact, it was quite clear that you love this place and never thought you would have to witness what awaits well get ready for your fate. The promise of your Lord is great. When you're brought right back forth from that dirt you came and make no mistake, the scale makes no mistakes. Indeed, every deed shall receive its dual weight. So the thieve as you
please until you see it's too late. You would squeeze the seven seas for the chance to prostrate. Where are your American idols? let them keep you safe. Or perhaps you will find mercy in the money you chase. Why couldn't you just stop to take a break and see
Enter your future.
win now look at you.
You are the definition of a loser
doomed to dwell in hell. Oh, well at least it suits you.
Every moment awake, you receive your war to feed on a fire whose fuel is men and stones, boiling pus and chains and a yoke skin rip from flesh from flesh to bones, begging the keepers of the hell to lighten the load. But this is exactly what you asked for you chosen torment. You refuse to repent. You had the answers to the test and you still didn't prep it for eternity you didn't know was depth step by step. I must confess you're dying.
But you haven't died yet.
But with every single heartbeat,
you get closer to your final breath.
Yesterday, you were one day closer to your grave today.
Who even knows if you'll make it home, okay, I just pray that you are ready for your final exam until that day. Don't you dare die except in a state of Islam.
Heaven and Hell
are just the choices that we make.
So turn back to your Lord
before it's too late.