FEAR ALLAH

I write now to beg Allah

Not to split me in two

For my heart is arabic

And my image is not

From me and my brothers to everyone from Ireland to the Netherlands, do you feel like Pentecost has happened and some parts of the Bible are real? Because I do here in Australia, from Queensland to Tasmania, and I'm kinda feeling like praying in Arabic?
I beg you to not pile rocks on my house or my families.
I beg you to forgive my trespassing and tendered sins.
For I fear my father is a spirit and it is cold in space.
Call me the son of harmony only when I am dead.
Until then I am only a dancing boy who was raised right and was saved.
How could I become a man if I do not fear and pray and try hard every day?

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