There’s only one question… that divides hell and heaven… do you adore Ali?
Adam’s children divided… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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Ali, the name that always rises above beautiful
A rose that can’t be crushed and I’ve never seen beauty fall
Man either sees truth in it or is left in denial
Truly, it’s just three letters that divide Heaven and Hell
Ali is with truth and… truth beside Ali shall stand… words Muhammad would say
Some with his words collided… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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Before I existed in flesh, to him I was brought forth
And I told my tongue, I’ll tear you out, dare you place him fourth
Look at his life’s first few seconds – in the Ka’ba his birth
Who knows if it gave him worth or Ali gave it its worth
Born inside the Ka’ba… and he’s the fourth Calipha… do eyes simply not see?
God’s home in him confided… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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Ali is the stone that sits upon the ring of grandeur
An ocean upon which sailed Noah’s ark to its shore
The King whose absence was lamented by the poorest poor
Truly, those who hate Ali had a birth that wasn’t pure
Stranded, without a ship… his enemies are a drop… whilst Ali is a sea
Some sided with Ibn Widd… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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The deserters of Ali have deserted Muhammad
Loved are those who fled Uhud whilst Ali stayed there and bled
Loved is he who called him delirious on his death-bed
Whilst Ali embraced death by sleeping in Muhammad’s bed
Read history and learn… it’s the difference between… the sane and the crazy
Those who fled or abided… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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Let each terrorist that yearns my blood know none is prouder
That my neck is yearned by his sword for its gasp of ‘Haider’
I thank my Lord that in the Ahlulbayt’s love I still wander
And on the Day of Judgement I’ll cling to its divider
I’ll tell each terrorist… martyrdom is a sweetness… when its death in their way
And once we have ascended… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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Ali’s love is a mountain of gold without its burden
Ali is a garden that grows on top of an ocean
Ali is a lion whose roar cracked the Ka’ba open
I can’t imagine Heaven when Ali’s love is Heaven
Ali’s love brings envy… yet destroys it completely… the ‘be’ of it will be
Since his love had descended… our side we have decided… and we adore Ali
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(Detroit – 30/04/15)