Contacts run through the fibre optics

[Salah al-Din]

Contacts run through the fibre optics
Diameters unequipped for the full exposure
Baseless and tasteless, you try to catch your composure
As it flies like fires scathing the air
Into despair and doom
The fools run with their heads chopped off
The cruel summon men to get their heads chopped off
Figuratively of course, their recourse is of sorts indiscernible to men
In their chambers they plot as the viceroy of men
Think themselves as demigods
But they are lost like the shadows in the cover of night
Nay! lost like the boy in extravagant delights
Lost like the a drop pin in the depths of the seas
For not even they can see
Rule in utter darkness, profound darkness!
No light of guidance, lacking any Mercy bestowed
They curse me but in a soft voice, creating fallacies “you have no choice”
They persuade, "get a gun or grenades"
But my free will and faith trump their affluence and chase
You have a million men, but all I need is One God :lailah:

[Salah al-Din]

Have a greater purpose in life/Now, constantly remind yourself of that purpose/Enjoin in the good and forbid the evil/Educate yourself in a non-institutional regime. Then teach others what you have learned/Travel to places with simple lifestyles and stay for awhile/Form long term bonds of truth/Do not indulge in usurious transactions/From time to time, fast from food, drink, and sexual actions/Live with and prescribe patience and truth upon others/Meditate and supplicate/Do not cut the relations of blood/Befriend those that will be of positive influence and even those that have a splinter of good in their hearts/Shower, brush your teeth and comb your hair/Eat, sleep, play and work with regularity but do not exceed your balance/Be compassionate/Smile

I still have much to learn/mind as malleable as the shrapnel that bends and burns/void is a choice that claims a third of me/on the third degree/Mr. Intentional irrespective of any surgery/this is a life of perjury/crimes committed by you and me/complacency a disease: Be purged of me! Suffocated by my own words and self wisdom/self-proclaimed just/but found in them/an ants weight of falsehood/ Suburbia you have hidden me well/right next to the swimming pool, that was once a well/Into the bowels of Hell/Next to the Botox, and Implants/the Poor’s tax and Government Corporate Grants/the Pornography and Voyeuristic TV/Pop bottles that scream of sex and STDs/Terrorists and Pseudo-philanthropists/Politically correct and deception-artists/But I, like many, am soon to come out of the meticulous shrubs/Not only to voice but act against the corrosive plots of our own greed