Trance


Trance

It seems almost from conception you became hypnotized by worldly deceptions. To your surroundings you are now temporarily oblivious.

To onlookers this is obvious. To this world you are dead. No one is playing with your head. Previously you were a denier. By your actions labeling the Prophet a lier.

Your soul will verify and fact check this. This is no act of theatrics. This state did not occur by chance. You are in Death's trance.

You will come fully awake after the earth is violently convulsed. It's quake shaking and rendering you totally awake.

An event that you once considered fake, Resurrection and Judgement Day. Soon, to be assigned your eternal doom.

By
Abu Lateef Ali Babatunde
©2022
 




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Trance