Passion of Karbala

By Brown-mail

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Think not of those dead who died in His way
Strong images we have to remember their day
Painted in the minds of those who abide and stray
Trying to shed this tear, to turn my heartís shade

What takes you to the brink where fire meets passion?
Where the colours donít meet, they just end up clashing
Boots or bare feet lets start the mashing
No injustice,
Everybody just cash in
I came to stop this but now Iím all in
The worldís my witness how Iím never falling
A billion people 12 days the mourning
Absorbing all light from the night to morning
Minds prepared right no time for yawning
I wish I was there just to hear your calling
Alive for a cause that would lead to my death
Releasing me from this spiritually bereft,
state of mind that I find myself in
trying to indulge, trying to not indulge in sin

Think not of those dead who died in His way
Strong images we have to remember their day
Painted in the minds of those who abide and stray
Trying to shed this tear, to turn my heartís shade

What brings you to the point where you donít know who am I
Where you question everything and you think itís all a lie
Youíre heartís flat-lining your soulís about to die
Re-awaken yourself your potentialís sky-high
Changes happen in stealth when you need to rise
Open your eyes and see howÖ

see howÖ

a slave became a master
a child became a marytr
a sister became a brother
a mother became a father
the lost one became a lover
the found one just found another
its an endless cycle
no beginning or end

Think not of those dead who died in His way
Strong images we have to remember their day
Painted in the minds of those who abide and stray
Trying to shed this tear, to turn my heartís shade

what is the aftermath of this masacre
you drew a straight path back to the messenger
split morals in half with a clear cut line
following your family plus the nine
a chain leading back to the grace of the divine
they way your face shine makes them wanna step back
questioning whether or not they should attack
but they went forth and they never looked back
all know events of the inflicted terror
The severed palms.......of flag bearer
unquenchable thirst of the women and children
naked body no hurst not even a mention
in this cracked up world that we reside in
an infant girl never dries her eyes crying
while the enemies boast and they start to sing
revenge has been sworn to the waiting king


peace.