— Cyborg of Secular Koranism (@Book_of_Rules) July 8, 2025
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A BARGAIN WITH GOD
In palaces tall or hovels low,
We kneel beneath the state's shadow—
A slave in silk is still enchained
Where Caesar’s will remains unstrained.
Did not Sulla's wrath once scorch the scrolls,
When Rome’s own blood lined deathly rolls?
The Senate bowed, its pride undone,
By proscriptions carved in iron and sun.
If tyranny writes its price in fear,
Why trade our souls year after year?
The law of man shifts like the sand—
The law of God, a firmer stand.
So what of sharia, etched with grace,
A justice not swayed by power’s face?
If heaven offers fairer terms,
Why settle still for worldly worms?
What bargain holds more lasting worth:
The fleeting crowns of trembling earth,
Or timeless peace, divinely spun—
Where conscience serves the Only One?
7:00
THE DIVINE JEST
Oh, God, the Supreme, with a twinkle divine,
Plays jests on the hearts that to idols incline.
Christians, so stubborn, with learning askew,
Cling to their “threeness” while One remains true.
Jews, fierce in faith, know the Third Principle’s call,
No form, no flesh, can bind God at all.
With Muslims they stand, though their hearts may divide,
Proclaiming His oneness, no gods at His side.
Yet Christians, enamored of Trinity’s maze,
Raise Jesus to rival the Ancient of Days.
Lest Jews claim the triumph in theology’s fight,
They craft a three-headed God, blurring the light.
Their empires rose high, drenched in warlike might,
Spanish, then British, then American light.
Three realms to rule, with their crosses held high,
Yet each one now crumbles beneath a stern sky.
The Muslims, once chained, grow in number and fire,
While Christian conviction frays thin, set to tire.
Was their Trinity faith but a mask, a charade?
Hypocrisy’s veil, in absurdity’s shade?
The Qur’an speaks plain, with a curse for the fake,
Hypocrites doomed to a fiery lake.
Could Allah have spun this grand jest from the start,
Three empires to grant, then to tear them apart?
A practical joke by the Master of mirth,
To watch Christian pride sink in imperial dearth.
Sharia’s soft steps now encroach on their lands,
As idols dissolve in the Almighty’s hands.
How many centuries will pass in their haze,
Till Christians perceive the Divine’s clever plays?
The Supreme Practical Joker, with laughter unseen,
Watches their fall, where His truth reigns supreme.
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