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Blasphemy

By: AlMahdi
Competition Year: 2013
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My heart aches at the sound of an injustice,
We pray that we can bring the good back,
My hands sweat at the thought of justice,
I pray that God sends His messenger back,

It was clear as day, and sweet as fruit
That we may listen and be of the ill higher repute,
That we stay patient and and seek knowledge,
That on the day we return we may acknowledge,

The revelation was clear to me, and to He, Lord of the Universe
Through prose and verse

I am anonymous and not of the righteous,
I am powerful but not the Creator,
I am patient but I do not wait,
I pray but I cannot listen,
I am ever passionate but cannot see,

Who am I? Please answer me.
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