I am your night though as visible as day.
I am your loyal general, countless minions I slay.
I am your mighty steed, I gallop you home in victory.
I am your trusted sword, the millions blows you protect with.
I am your throne, the golden chair only meant for you.
I am your crown, which only time will tell its heir.
I am your armour, of brazen steel and gold.
I am your shield, of the dragon horse so bold.
I am your mind my sire, the one irreplacable by gold.
I am your heart my lord, the one who gave you tears.
My kings, so there be peace in your battlefield hearts.
My kings, so there always be Allah in your souls.
My saviours, so there be none of poverty left for us.
My saviours, so there be enlightened paths for us to follow.
O' Allah, please keep my kings far from harm.
O' Allah, enforce my kings so they won't fall.
O' Allah, please answer this prayer with Your Almighty Wisdom & Generousity.
Amin Ya Rabbal Allamin
- ArIrFan the humble servant of Allah
confessions of a dog soldier
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
the happy field
here i am again
i am walking through this field
finally
i will walk further
and longer
this time around
my regrets has been
abolished
away for good
i am looking for
the shade
so i may rest a while
but alas, i am too quick
to be happy
like always
the rain clouds
came again
like how it left a while ago
now i must
look for the shade
quickly
another field
is just to troublesome
to find
i must hurry
to find that cottage
somewhere
one more year
to go before
everything is alright.
i hope you understand me,
my love.
i always adore you.
forever.
- iona the grasscutter
i am walking through this field
finally
i will walk further
and longer
this time around
my regrets has been
abolished
away for good
i am looking for
the shade
so i may rest a while
but alas, i am too quick
to be happy
like always
the rain clouds
came again
like how it left a while ago
now i must
look for the shade
quickly
another field
is just to troublesome
to find
i must hurry
to find that cottage
somewhere
one more year
to go before
everything is alright.
i hope you understand me,
my love.
i always adore you.
forever.
- iona the grasscutter
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