Shayateen in Blood - Desire


Hasn't woe betide the man who couldn't control his desire, For in the end it breaks and makes him retire, How broken is he who drinks to stupor, beaten, smashed and make swallow his mucor...

For one who couldn't take charge of his desire, is like a soldier in the battle field without an amour, how will he survive piecing spear of the adversary army...

Women, money, wines, pride, power, status, only drives man crazy, he got busy, bossy, messy, and later get wrapped up in dirty...

So he's half dead the one couldn't take control of his desire, he thinks with head and got it spilled with the tiny flesh between his legs...

Maybe for the pleasure of 5min, 5seconds or probably for the reign of 1day in billions, or for the joy of minted paper, I mean something he couldn't control a seconds after...

Desires are like shayateen, they runs through your blood and vessels with high speed, piercing your tissue, you let them out; you regret the whole issue...

So take charge, wear your guard, shield yourself, pray to Allaah and leave the rest...

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