Infinite Nightmares Poem by Naveed Akram

The nightmare to commence is like no manly figure,
Of greetings we speak and entice on the entrance to infinity.
The gates of treason shall shut on the non-sinners,
Theirs is sin of nothing on this faithful Earth.
For they abstain from sinning by remoulding their souls,
By forgiving under a roof made for them, in the house of God.
Free will is guaranteeing our boasting of non-evil or goodness,
The devils or backbiters triumph over the Satan,
Answering him negatively as well, with certain impoliteness.
This we inflict on you, the audience of hurt,
They hurt me and the children, the devils hurt.