Release

by Maabad Said

In the end of days of the greatest fallacy
In a world consumed by majesties and dynasties
Death would be a release from this travesty

Release me…

Please, Wake me up from this nightmare
I wish for a dreamless sleep
And the day that I long for
Is when my life passes in a moments blur
Oblivious to the silent cries
Without a torment’s stir
A lifeless corpse…
Ignorant to the appeal and colours of floating sins like a Pandora’s box
Irrelative to Good and Evil, the keys to unravel the cosmic paradox
And I would often wonder
If Hell and heaven are in the eye of the beholder
So remember this, as our cadavers grow eerily colder
Is it just us, or Like Atlas, the burden of the boulders
No longer rests… On the flats of our shoulders
We kid ourselves into thinking we intelligent species
Where one would roam and do as he fucking pleases
Ashes to ashes to dust, the mightiest turns to feces
So until the day, descending cometh ye Jesus
Let me die in Peace…
Or let me rest in pieces…

In the end of days of the greatest fallacy
In a world consumed by majesties and dynasties
Death would be a release from this travesty

Release me…

Put this pitiful being to rest,
Like a puppet without a tranquilest
Let my final words be the “Shihada”
As I prepare for my final test
The only test… That truly matters…
My final breath comes out in a muffled choke
With a gasp of air akin to putting out a match
My consciousness remains…
Like a lingering wisp of smoke
As I prepare to return my soul to my maker
I don’t need bearers, nor require an undertaker
Just let the still night become my black hearse
The break of dawn would suffice as a white “caffan”
My sole property in the journey of rebirth
Those, I hold close, cry rivers and bucket loads
Drowning me in their torturing curse
And as I am confined to soils and Earth
I thought pain was beyond me
But nothing hurts worse
Than the tears in my mother’s eyes
In the wake of the day of my demise
But the tears and droplets will dry by the first sun set
I will soon dissolve into a memory… an anniversary…
And a prayer, whispered…
In passing of the cemetery

In the end of days of the greatest fallacy
In a world consumed by majesties and dynasties
Death would be a release from this travesty