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I asked for the truth, and you shapeshifted to sleuth, crawling on your belly, you simply misconstrue an irrefutable, objective verity. Tried and true, misunderstanding what is out of your view. Standing and demanding but never understanding the variable, to which not all lives, will play out the same way.
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Lost To View
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 59 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem Eternal truth sincerely believes a unique path. Might be vexing or arduous.But it's never changed from the day one of my divine Beloved creation, who the eternal verity! Untrue universally support the innumerable path. It constantly changes, typically based upon his constant desire. Like the devil path, who the deceit bitterly cursed, and evildoer. Choose wisely, which possible path. You naturally want to walk constantly. Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 59
Is there something you believe in? Is there anything you think is verity? How does this world treat your dreams, When you face the ash and terror of reality Lustful, greedy, hatred souls, Millions of them, trying to reach their own goals, They’ll put all others into dirt And sell their own mothers for a piece of sparkling **** Would you’ve really wanted to be born again, Into this world of horror and demonic pain, Seems that God has long ago forsaken this cell And Satan rules in his newly born Hell Would you really want to live in this agony and misery, When you learn that nothing is an axiom, a verity, No morality’s left and none follows In the future light of the suicidal merrows
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
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The toil and the trouble of making up double the lies I tell to myself The pain and the prickle of feeling so fickle while the wistful promises pile up The signals and the sighs of my bedridden ties to something I cannot explain The recklessness and rigor of my tight-roped vigor is a strain I'd rather not bear The laughter and lies of those mingling with cries can barely brighten the day The depraved and dead of those long gone ahead is the bittersweet reality of relief
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Verity