4 (The Messianic Age)
Dishonored towns, in their ominous stillness; (their woes to recount, a task much too great) The star-crossed burgs named in codices of swindlers (epiphany stiken , spoken by angels) Through the cracks of revelations light sheds and passes them by ...Just 15 years ago even those in gibbeting would crack up at the lobbying of prophecies Follow The One Who Knows (exalted is his praise) Hark and recall Levant's desolate wail Billions of simpletons the national mythos grazed They got us into the messianic age The Sabbath aeon whereat the wolf will feed on grass next to the sheep - how sweet... Darkest of absolutism's palette; world monarchy under one nation's creed Are you ready to rove about the spirit desert of Abrahamism by that godawful light of red eyeshine? (what times to live in, the messianic age) Come! The leaps of one long streak retrail
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
You know the majority can't be the chosen well as i know the coin's sides can't meet Were there rules it might help define "exceptions" I can't fix the feud among justice and peace Stakes are mistakes payed for in this world On this atonement day Moloch won't segregate; the shackles of Samum behold, removed! For he received permission to his sport: "Spite and Malice" is the name High wind, high tide (One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire Uriah upon his Daf Yomi relieved to know he 's of the holy seed And he 's been warned of the Amalekites, but G-d 's been arming and playing both them sides Hard to forgive after hard to forget round the old ash must mix with new Deal at arm's length the children's front (or rear) and i assure you those can kill Absolved by virtue of ignorance; assume them safely dead by next week... High wind, high tide (One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire Any amount of force is within the mission's frame though the pit is well and truly drained And the incandescent surge will roll back from the Hill of Shame onto the Hills of Fate High wind, high tide (One the) 2nd day, G-d made fire
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
They wore with pride their battle grime Ihram: most revered when abrazed They were in the mired brigades, outlived the flickering maze Some would toss and turn for years, others would make funky souvenirs Set aside wars for that one over a few weeks would but resume A hafiz from the uplands led crowd fleeing the drought to Agadez - they should have shot them selves in the leg when they still had the chance... (Said) "I got 500 men; brothers, give us something to defend!" Young to know the woman's kiss yet his lads knew what a death march is "No complaints over the Rice 'n' Beans* but you owe zakat for methamphetamines Brother you 'll need to have more faith in faith... Conquer,educate and train" Lads, captives,wealth and every means the Fashioner entrusted him (with) All wisely spent, earned him fively per day the intercessions of Sahel ... those gambles and bargains by which the imam was returned
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
As the last of hajj dawns, in its early crowds, nigh and face towards the stone of Ismail evinced he stands, the Guided One*, an augury but readier (than him) the devil tripped May the earth's impending quiver to his aid find you on the winning side When prayer's tannoy will summon to cleansing, foreigners be on your leave's flight! People of the Trust, sight and announce! People of the Faith, bow and give bay'ah! On him are the blessings and peace of Allah On you but his hour's and remainder fitna The minarets have eyes... The minarets have eyes... "Go!" There he stood with Golden Chain* and Troyan horses in the early mists When god plans for all can you have a plan B? And holier to him self the devil tripped...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Check point shrapnelled by another martyr's bones It 's a woman, offered by remote control Replenish the fortunate to redemption's claim for God knows deterrence 's a zero sum game The pre-agreed good as predestined, she 's swallowed up by mighty flash along with ampteen strangers to her- those are known to the Reckoner Supplications for the dead and for mankind In absentia service for the country's bride Replenish the fortunate to redemption's claim for God knows deterrence 's a zero sum game
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
For the love of God the advent of this day many breathed their last to hasten or delay And Israfil felt like playing along and readings were put to the test Each to their foe and forward to heaven they looked, (whose) silence signaled concent First night in hell, it crossed everyones mind the sirens might not stop again It was darker than promised, and stretched to what God calls a day, gory like glory in her most glorious dress; hopped up, they went cutting through blades Those flames were not like the ones scribed to me; despite their antics they were real As for the angels... I did not see them, yet hundrets confirmed it to me All of them crazed at once? All testinomies same, agreeing with the evidence! All gave their best and won, for now they 're at the Giver's best cares One yelled: "Stand your ground (true) warriors! Uphold your covenant!" but words... they just dissolved into unfamiliar sounds Fallen over their heads hence abode of snakes and not much sung past doomsday... (Mors signal: "This is the messiah, I 'm not coming after all")
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Low hanged the drawbridge for the mujaddid Ol' guard and marbles restored to their gleam Long miles of cheers to the Nation's fossil heart Wild pulses pumping bad blood to every part War is Lord, he gives and takes War is Lord, he gives and takes The dice is cast What now matters is to die last Anew with seasoned storms through fields they 'd wade, the caravans to jannah underway 30 Ashuras passed with him and them... each reconfirmend the Identity stood firm (the identity stays firm) War is Lord, he gives and takes War is Lord, he gives and takes The dice is cast What now matters is to die last Yet infalibility has been dire but the world won't change by force or desire In (a) 360 turn revise the dead hand will switch to live Let each have their seldom forge Yet infalibility has been dire Looks like way too much work for one messiah Through sping warm and summers worse let each have their seldom forge let each have their seldom forge Light years off grace, where tyrants are bemoaned , us just watching, young to know that war is Lord, he gives and takes! War is Lord, he gives and takes The dice is cast What now matters is to die last
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Fair you are sisters liking eachother so as life threats and death threats Stich now your innocence; those in for the long run won't carry the wounded Twas but a taksim - black, gritty taksim- and you 'd beshmirch me Then, in the panic of domes crumbling there will be stampedes (The) futility of existence is a powerful awareness But you won't know you went astray 'till our paths may cross again Yeah you won't know you went astray 'till our paths may cross again ...Not rescue it self but its need, every savior will bring Carried away by (the rivers of) nonentities (paying their last respects) All gone! Or so it seemed... No straws to clutch at Flies drunk up my tears My prayers I quit since Thanks to resentment, and a sharp enough -you name it, I carry through (The) futility of existence is a powerful awareness But they won't know they went astray 'till our paths may cross again Yeah, they won't know they went astray 'till our passes cross a(gain) Reach out to me, that I may gloat I will reach out for your throats No, you won't know you went astray May our passes never cross Covenants? Praises? Birth, death and in between it 's all at sword-point What heritage? All but foul plays, designed to claim your constant attention; they are the smokescreen 'tween you and the Self In one ear and out the other first to last their ghostly whispers Farewell all thee mysteries! Isn't every prophet false? and death by booing I 've degreed upon 'em all Hark and remember; it 's enough to raise me from soil any Friday! I swing my last, exit the gate; a godless fakir- and the grave feels exactly like: (END abrupt silence)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026