In The Spider-Web. Poem by Anonymous Rose

Crossing the spheres of time and space,
Ruined statures of destructed nations bewailed.
Strayed in pleasures, vileness and malice.
Vicious devil incarnates; arrogance prevailed.

Honorable teachings, followed by warnings,
reached every corner by a channelled system.
The Messengers of Allah brought glad tidings,
for virtuous doers, of Paradise blossoms.

But the stubborn refuters mocked at,
those few believers, 'Bring us any Torment! '
Eventually, they destined to meet their fate.
Quakes, floods, storms from skies descent.

To leave the marred, wretched fossils.
Their faiths comparable to spider-web.
Which constructed frail castles.
Every vanity rebel has a similar ebb.

(Adapted from Quran, Al-Ankabout)