METAPHYSICS: "ROAD TO HELL" BY ABU QAANIT

In my journey through the world;

From my cradles to my grey;

I see myself running up to a priest;

A priest that tells the future with a gasps of name;

In my journey through the world;

From my cradles to my grey

I see many sins welding swords against doers;

Many blood, many souls;

Many spirits running home;

Crying upon themselves sieves of burns;

In my journey through the world;

From my cradles to my grey;

I see many fames dies off the pang of shame;

Many golds, many clothes, many Giants swaying away;

For some days that speaks like years!

That's the call;

Calling the young, old and dead;

To walk through the dungeon of sins

Till the burning fire quench for thirsty.

MUH. JAMIU ABU QAANIT ✍️

©️9-12-22

The speaker leaks the commoness of sins flooding the world, with he too also being tempted into the fruits of the flesh. Yet, he knows within himself that hell exists. He admits that the road to hell is the world itself.