Every street is glowing with lamps and lights.
Dark nights bloom softly, like a new bride.
Who married a man
Who firstly killed her innocence, then her sight.
Moons and stars are watching these fools,
Killing the outer dark with their blurry rules.
They laugh at them, wondering how they survive,
Glowing from the outside, but dark inside.

Are they really respecting their gods, or only showing off?
Firstly, they make life tough, then say we have no hope.
To make one god happy is justifying making another mad;
They say it’s a victory of good over bad.
But with open eyes, they can’t see clear—
Good and bad are both as close as near.
Who is the devil? Who is God?
Isn’t the devil also created by the Lord?