The fruit of fitnah

Laid out
In front of you glittering gold
You can almost touch it,
Taste it,
Who’s in control?

Let your mind wander,
Senses taken over,
dripping honey,
Sickly sweet,
Tummy rumbling,
You’ve got to eat.

Salivating,
Anticipating,
Breathing,
in excited air.
No doubt you want it,
And It’s so near.

Beguile,
Tempt,
Dazzle your mind.
Imagine,
Ponder,
The sweetness
you will find.

Reach out and take it
Don’t let it go cold.
grab the glitter,
Who is in control?

Witness the shine fade,
The light drift away,
Terror,
Shame,
Guilt,
The bloods already spilt.

Days filled with darkness,
Tears that can’t be consoled.
Didn’t you know that,
Shaytaan was in control?

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