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Still I fail to medicate myself
Still I continue to devastate myself
By doing what I know to be a sin
Have I been given a guarantee that in the end
I will win?

Just because I’m still alive and have an easy living
Doesn’t mean that I’ve been forgiven.
Yes I’m still alive, but how can I expect to survive
Life in the displeasure of Allah!?
I say I “love Allah”, but does Allah love me?

Let’s see, just how real is this so-called
“Spirituality” that you profess to possess
But when you’re alone you digress and don’t confess!
Thought that you could fool ‘em with that beard
And that hijab

Not realizing that at your own heart you have
Taken the deepest stab.
Thought that you could fool them with that thaub
And veil over your face!

How dumb you must have looked in front of the One
Who’s knowledge, hearing and sight penetrate every place!
Why do you feel so secure that Allah is going to forgive you everytime?
Do you really feel secure as you drive home from
The scene of your crime?

How do you know the wrath and punishment of Allah
Isn’t waiting for you around the corner?
Don’t you know that the Angel of Death stikes without
A warner?!
How long do I think I have to make things right?

By Allah! If I knew the reality of my sins,
I couldn’t sleep at night!
Afraid of closing my eyes from fear
Of dying in my sleep!
Only to wake up in a grave so dark, lonely and deep!

Who’s your Lord? my own desires...
Who’s your Prophet? my own desires...
What’s your religion? following my own desires...
Well welcome to the Fire! - Welcome to the fire!!
What an awful place to retire!

 

 

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