Then And Again
And then, and then
summer days will end,
We’ll know our time,
and where it has been.
And when, and when,
the Blessed Month ends,
we return to full stomachs,
empty within.
Again and again,
we turn from Him,
the Devil hold us in.
Whispering words into the hearts,
of weak and foolish men.
Listen, oh listen,
my brethren.
In the end, the end, the end
all matters return to Him.
Summer days gone, time all spent,
sinners will know their sins.
Believers will rise,
above the lies,
and then they finally win.
Aiman To That 
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