at last i hear a complete silence,
a deep sigh in the end of voilence,
in my search i try to find,
why this world still so kind,
i meat with people, i speak out loud,
i tell then nothing but attract the crowd,
i hate this slavery, i love that submission,
i trive for this world, my faith has condition,
hypocrisy is what i call it,
but i become one, when i want it
time is the best healer, life has to move on,
this is the high time, for my learning to bring on,
my conscience tells me to believe in that,
unconciously i am afraid of all that,
as if i am standing at a junction,
where every left is a right turn,
i see here, i see there,
i see nothing but Allah everywhere....
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