Like the one who promises the truth,
You are the greatest liar.
You who terrifies me with his plenty of fires.
You who think that blocking my road to God will lead me to a better life filled with desires.
You who scare me with pictures of death when I want to love God with all my admirers.
Dare to challenge me again with these false thoughts that feel more real than the snow that befalls us through these eyes so tired.
I shall face you head-on with your illusions that drown my peace under this flood of fires.
Your lies will never let my guard down.
I shall live long and fight long, until you make up the broken parts of this battlefield I will create with my burning fires.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
