It's heard
The voice of wounded souls
Of dying destitute
Of those who embrace hunger
Of those who consume
The produced brutality
In the heart
Of the unjust world
.
It's heard
The voice of wounded souls
But being neglected.

I never saw
The Sun set in my life
For
I never saw
The Sun rise in my life
Because I am an idolum
.
I never saw
A tear in my life
For
I never saw
A smile in my life
Because I am an idolum

Nature is my life
Nature is my soul
I strive to foster it
If it is inevitable
I give my life for it.

In this world of ladder
Made up of daggers
.
O Mother
Smiles, now
Became a false scent
Making me prey
To inciters
.
Stench was made
A delicious feast
.
Sinfulness now disguised
In good virtues
.
O Mother
Please born again
To **** me in your womb

I would like
To invite the faith
Despite its doubt in me
.
I would like
To invite love
Despite it hates me
For I once
Neglected the same
.
I would like
To invite the knowledge
Despite it doesn’t reach
The idles
.
I would like
To invite the nature
Despite it was terminated by me
.
I did them all
In my innocence
Oh! Faith
Oh! Love
Oh! Knowledge
Oh! Nature
Don’t hate me
Make me pure
Let me repent.

Yes
The God was died
I manifest
That God was died
.
How can I believe
That God is alive
When his creation
When his work
When his adroitness
All is going to be extincted?
Yes
God was truly died
If not
Why, His children are
Dying of hunger?
If not
Why the love he made
Shaped to abhorrence?
Yes
The God was died
If not
Why the human fabric
Smashed to pieces?
Yes
I affirm that
God was died long ago.