When leaves fall and become dry and wither
As bones decay souls have risen
When the heavens swoon and her moon is consumed
And the mountians and seas throw up their burdens
He and She will come under interrogation
By two angels who frighten any creation
take from your life before you die
take from your health before sickness inflict
When trouble come the son of adam is hasty
Then the sun is brought near so sweat out of fear
No relations this day will avail
Only myself myself
Now He opens His Paradise invited are few
rivers of milk rain made of honeydew
thrones of dignity round pass of jewels
As times runs out and hearts cease beating
witness, I'll witness none will be cheating
Copyright ©2007 Wali Paul
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