Let me Hold your hand

the sun is the angriest god ever.
Now I know why
boys wear skirts
and white head coverings here.
I haven't figured out why girls wear black.

هناك واحد النبي ، واسمه م.كان لا يملك وجها.
هناك حقيقة واحدة ،ادعى م للتعرف عليها.م كان غير صحيح.ليس هناك سوى حقيقة واحدة ،الشمس لا يكرهوننا..

(there is one prophet, his name is m. 
he does not have a face.

there is one truth,
m claimed to know it.
m was incorrect.
there is only one truth,
the sun does not hate us.)

I know how heat addles the brain,
and so I know how angry the religions of the sun are.
There is nowhere to hide from this burning love.
There is nowhere to run from celestial judgement.
Hell is hot.
That's not weird.

Here are truths that we can't understand:
Failure
Death
Envy


This is how YOU understand them:
Sin
Ressurection
Redemtpion

This is how I understand them:
I don't.

But when I hold your hand,
or if you hold mine,
I can eat this world:
There will be no more sins.
There will be no more mornings.
There will be no more sons.
There will be no more prophets.
 
And there will be no more gods.

InSh'Allah