Give me you raw
There’s no time for:
Give me you…
The way I’ll bury you.
Do you burn with a fiery disquiet,
Unable to contain yourself from expressing your madness,
Because the fever is a burning,
It’s churning in the pot of your sternum,
Smoke asphyxiating your breathing,
Or are you faking?
The beauty of the Prophet cannot be expressed enough so Allah chooses representatives on earth to hypnotise people in the manner below and retune them to the love of His beloved.