#dayofjudgment - Hello Poetry

Mountains are destroyed And the sky is about to cave in Man ran to the top To see it falls He said: “God doesn’t exist” Thus, no one is able to save him Intercession of Prophets – Not for those who were false Opposite, aside from the crowd The man holding a book With right hand, standing still His face is so clear Astray slopes he avoided Righteous Path he took He looks at Great Bridge With eyes with no fear Reciting Al-Fatiha One, who really succeed Going straight to Forever No foot goes astray “There is no god, but Creator” – Until death he saved Creed And in deed, the victorious Go Salvational Way

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Nov 7, 2025

Nov 7, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC

sulaymansalim

Mountains

Mountains are destroyed And the sky is about to cave in Man ran to the top To see it falls He said: “God doesn’t exist” Thus, no one is able to save him Intercession of Prophets – Not for those who were false Opposite, aside from the crowd The man holding a book With right hand, standing still His face is so clear Astray slopes he avoided Righteous Path he took He looks at Great Bridge With eyes with no fear Reciting Al-Fatiha One, who really succeed Going straight to Forever No foot goes astray “There is no god, but Creator” – Until death he saved Creed And in deed, the victorious Go Salvational Way

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On the very cold page Of the April conclusions Turned out from memories As rose’s dried bloom On the windy wet coast Of vampire infusions You remembered my self Running vain in the woods Oh, the glorious! Not victorious Praising self in songs furious Praising band entertaining them Dancing head goes ahead of them What a stake for misguiding ghosts! What you take – not forever stored What you take – temporary, hey What’s left then, for what sake? Writing the history, Writing the future? Tell, how many people Recall A. Vespucci? And if any Then what do they say? Achievements and medals – Still, for what sake? Prizes, awards Will be gone and forgotten And if you own freedom – Why you’re living in Gotham? Shall prepare for the Answer When you come back from earth Better save yourself now Save you for better times Both accountable you – You and jinn, God **** ghost But the life that you lived – Is it good deeds or crimes?

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Nov 7, 2025

Nov 7, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC

sulaymansalim

Future

On the very cold page Of the April conclusions Turned out from memories As rose’s dried bloom On the windy wet coast Of vampire infusions You remembered my self Running vain in the woods Oh, the glorious! Not victorious Praising self in songs furious Praising band entertaining them Dancing head goes ahead of them What a stake for misguiding ghosts! What you take – not forever stored What you take – temporary, hey What’s left then, for what sake? Writing the history, Writing the future? Tell, how many people Recall A. Vespucci? And if any Then what do they say? Achievements and medals – Still, for what sake? Prizes, awards Will be gone and forgotten And if you own freedom – Why you’re living in Gotham? Shall prepare for the Answer When you come back from earth Better save yourself now Save you for better times Both accountable you – You and jinn, God **** ghost But the life that you lived – Is it good deeds or crimes?

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Cheddar cheese on the map – It’s a chassit You have shown cheesy cap – I have read it Have you warned it’s a trap – Or you made it? Marygoldish motel – You have planned it Mini-Min, leading mice Takes to maze Micy-Mice follows up So amazed Chinny chin as appeared – Jaw in stress Sharpen teeth, strengthen tech Hit by mace How old were you then While singing “Nineteen”? Poison ivy or Carrie Or someone between All these questions are better Left with no answer Neither soil needs no nails Nor graveyard – no dancers Oh, the girl Mississippi born ranger Take your time Reconsidering strangers Take your time Contemplating the worlds Hence, accountable For believes, deeds and words

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Nov 7, 2025

Nov 7, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC

sulaymansalim

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Cheddar cheese on the map – It’s a chassit You have shown cheesy cap – I have read it Have you warned it’s a trap – Or you made it? Marygoldish motel – You have planned it Mini-Min, leading mice Takes to maze Micy-Mice follows up So amazed Chinny chin as appeared – Jaw in stress Sharpen teeth, strengthen tech Hit by mace How old were you then While singing “Nineteen”? Poison ivy or Carrie Or someone between All these questions are better Left with no answer Neither soil needs no nails Nor graveyard – no dancers Oh, the girl Mississippi born ranger Take your time Reconsidering strangers Take your time Contemplating the worlds Hence, accountable For believes, deeds and words

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