The pens lifted, the inks dried
The writings stopped the moment you died
Can’t run away now, can’t hide
Can’t move can’t turn on your side
A darkness enveloping you
You know now that’s it was true
There is an afterlife, if only you knew
You wish you can start over your life anew
Can’t
Its over now, you’ve had your chance
The reality pierces you like a lance
Where are you headed, you can merely guess
You’re not going to Jannah, you’re getting something less
You’re reading this right now thinking whats gona happen
This is just a reminder, stop what you’re doin
Forget that fake image concentrate on improving
You gona regret it all later, but later is too late
Stand up now, think bout your fate
Cuz you might think you’re really winning
When in reality you’re actually loosing
Learn silence as you have learned speech.
Speech will guide you, and silence will protect you.
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