But this dunya,
has adorned herself with her best wares,
Her best snares,
Calling me to her,
And I have adulterated myself,even breathed my seed into her.
Giving birth to devil's that want their rights from their father,
Eyes like fire, bearing their teeth at my honor,
Their breathe reeks of Karma,
Drinking the blood that bleeds from her.
And with that I knew, that I must bury them alive, like the ancients did to their daughters....
A chip of the old block
A chip of Noah's Boat