Paciolo Pen Saint Earth Poems

  • 1.
    The ears want to listen
    To the letters that will
    Form mighty lines glorifying the mother.

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  • 2.
    *SHADOW*

    Under the shade of Hurly-burly,
    Gush of tempest wind,
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  • 3.
    *SLICE OF THE CRESCENT*

    TABLE OF CONTENTS
    1. Slice of the crescent
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  • 4.
    *WHOEVER BELIEVES IN ALLAH AND THE LAST DAY, AND DOES GOOD SHALL BE REWARDED BY ALLAH. (Q2:62)*

    *THE CREED*

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  • 5.
    *verily for those who believe in the oneness of Allah and His messenger, including All obligations ordered by Islam and do righteous deeds, they are the best creatures.*
    *Their reward with their lord is (eden) paradise (garden of eternity) underneath which rivers flows, they will abide their in forever Allah will be pleased with them and they with Him. That is for him who fears Allah. (Q98v7-8)*

    *AND THERE IS NO NIGHT THERE*
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  • 6.
    *إذهب إلى فرعون إنه طغى*
    *Go to fir'aun (pharaoh) verily he has transgressed (All bounds in disbelief and disobedience and has behaved in an arrogant and as a tyrant Q20v24)*

    *LETTER TO PHARAOH*
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  • 7.
    *VENGEANCE*
    *NATURES TOOK UP ARMS*

    Suddenly, the sun went abode
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  • 8.
    *PEOPLE LIKE CANDLES*

    *"The world would have been a better domicile to dwell in, if our impediments are equally solved. But nay, some are like candles"* *paciolo pen saint*

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  • 9.
    Whenever you possess souls,
    Find in it, it's pleasure
    To serve you immeasurably
    For they have treasons and sharpness.
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Total 9 Earth Poems by Paciolo Pen Saint

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Earth 9 Sky 7 Storm 7 God 7 Allah 6 Garden 6 Body 6 Soul 6 White 5 Face 5

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Blessing: Great words for us and coming generation
Mariam: Nice one bro

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