A word is something to think about what’s necessary,
But thee think, a little bit of what can save us,
Wait, wait a bit. I need my eyes staying by both of you,
Because I need to understand where it begins and where to end it.
I love you because you found me, but you also love me because I found myself.
Beneath, it is understandable for Whoa to be stable with the world,
But we are not in it, but with the world that we can see what’s inside,
But the law won’t let us in, or else I will make more riddles.
Then everything else is neath, and everything around it is beneath,
And what’s above is neath, but what’s below is beneath,
But I know myself what is and what is not, for I am not your mind.
I speak out of mind, yet they act upon the frozen, but I melt their ices,
And suddenly they come out of the fire, but I quickly water their lavas.
For one who can turn lava into water, they can swift to cool down the heat,
But the one who can turn the world into silent he can swift to break the silent,
The law must be abided by, but it can bid, yet it demands the order of the system.
Whoa, whoa, water the lava? Such a power, but silence the world? Like a god.
But there are no gods except Him.
Wait, back to the order of the system, what do you mean, Riddle?
The first and the last,
The first, it was Him that begins the course of our fates,
And the last, it shall be Him that ends the course of the death.
You are making more riddles.
The first it is Him that is remaining Life,
And the last, if every single one give up the living faith,
Everything will die, He will be only Life.
Not you too but enough with this of my staying too long.
Too long Riddle, and goodwill Beneath
Well, start with the building block of all your wholeness.
©️ Ismael Mansoor