The reality of man is just real
Which the Most High made for a deal
To live in a purpose of existence
That could lead to a sentence
Into the earth He set him
To take charge of creatures without a whim
To lead all back to their source
In order to live without any force
In the earth He set hurdles
That man may strive with curdles
To prepare him for the journey
Wherein dwells the sweetest honey
Most times, the hurdles seem unsurmounted
Due to the trials which have mounted
Leaving the victim to a wretch
In a reality which is in stretch
The real is real only with His aid
Because all who trust in Him are spared
And admitted into the glory of love
Wherein they dwell eternally thereof.
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