‘Mecca in Flames’ by iukinim

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She is walking down the streets of Mecca
Gracefully witnessed the mighty prophet
Dressed in silky white
his figure drowned in light

 

He whispers in her ear
No words to comfort her
Violent worlds from within
She’s burdened by fear
Chased by distress
Her answers far from here

 

This earthly sorrow
Shall go away
She should make amends
And embrace decay
Beyond this land undone
No place to pray

She acted all radical
Where is faith?

Northern Palestine, in 1948
Banished from earth
Down in the conflict district
Faith was sheltered underground
Treated by farmers for 13 days
Later shot by physicists

 

Stop it from coming through !
He sunk so low
He sounds so frail
There’s nothing he can do

 

He told her not to wait
As Mecca will fall in flames

 

She’s walking through the streets of Mecca
Ayoub is homeless and wailing
Reeking of sickness and loss

 

He calls her name
daughter of ache
Crusaders are coming
Escape the capital or die inflames

She asks in tears
Where is truth?

Truth sailed on the pequod
Million miles away
The ocean raised trial
Truth was guilty of treason
He’s gone astray
Never coming back

 

Stop it from coming through !
He is plagued to bone
Weary and sleepless
There’s nothing he can do

 

 

She’s walking through the streets of Mecca
Crosses covering their chests
Magnificent horses with golden tails

 

They ask where she’s heading
She’s lost and wandering the house of god
Crusaders are here
Crosses covering their chest
You must disappear

She’s filled with anguish
Who are you?

Soldiers of virtue
Conquering the sea
Fallen apples
From a poisonous tree

They told her not to wait
As Mecca will fall in flames

She’s watching the streets of Mecca
Spectating this holy war
birthing flowers from her eye sockets
The bloodshed unfolds
Crusaders are laughing
torturing the so called prophet

 

She left to the borders of Mecca
God is sitting there
Scars blemishing his face
Rubbing Muhammad’s wounds
None of his children seem to care

 

She lays next to him
Angels down her feet

Will you stop it from coming through ?

Observing vicariously
He fears what he created
In the city of god, he’s a refugee
Powerless and isolated

 

She softly holds his hands
Taking her last breath of faith
And tenderly whispers not to wait
As Mecca falls in flames

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