That day, the enemy will strike,
His deceitful magic and sinister songs
Will mesmerise direct into his thrall,
Though they know not,
They think not of his uncanny aim.
For he is aligned with the Evil One
Who dared oppose our Supreme Lord,
The day when angels of Light bowed down
to the first human, first Prophet,
But he, puffed with self-pride and righteousness
Resisted the Irresistible,
And was forever doomed to the gruesome abyss.
The human race he has sworn
To drag with him to the deepest pits
But not by force, no,
By the image of close associate.
That day, help will vanish,
Every man, woman for themselves.
Family ties no longer a consideration,
Only one’s standing before God.
Too late for regret or betterment
As the world dwindles into dust.
The days for rectification are ticking,
The days beyond judgement infinite.
No time for respite,
But a desperate search for Light;
Sole Protector and moment of salvation.