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At the point of denial and defiance, while or after committing sins, man does not take very well advice nor reminders. Most will take offence and proudly claim that they will manage their own funeral – “My grave, my problem!” It would be sad to come across the corpses of such arrogant men, yet morbid to perhaps witness a neglected body…

Mind your death, your fate, your sin

Open your eyes and stare within

I shall dig the grave myself

At my funeral there’s no one else

Wipe your tears do not pretend

Leave my corpse no interment

I shall crawl into my grave

Your sympathy I do not crave

Mind your death, your fate, your sin

Close your eyes and see the unseen

Excavate the grave myself

Desecrate the rituals

Wipe your tears do not pretend

Leave my corpse no interment

I shall rest within my grave

Afterlife I do not crave

Hearse is moving sluggishly

Journey to the cemetery

Facing my reality

Rotten corpse, no dignity

Insincere ablutions

Manhandled like carcass

Flimsy dirty shroud

Limbs about to burst

Fragile casket awaits

With saw dust and termites

Rituals forgotten

Onwards to oblivion

Take me straight to lahad … No coffin no burial

Bring me straight to kiamat … No prayers no salvation

Let me face Munkar Nakir … No grave no funeral

Send me across Barzakh … No prayers no salvation

Insincere ablutions

Manhandled like carcass

Flimsy dirty shroud

Limbs about to burst

Fragile casket awaits

With saw dust and termites

Rituals forgotten

Onwards to oblivion

Take me straight to lahad … No coffin no burial

Bring me straight to kiamat … No prayers no salvation

Let me face Munkar Nakir … No grave no funeral

Send me across Barzakh … No prayers no salvation

No death no ritual

No soul no revival

No grave no funeral

No prayers no salvation