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.

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

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

The thoughts, that
The society conceived
Flooded into my life
Making me a deceiver
.
The bliss, that
My hallucination bore
Streamed into the society
Making it a tinsel world, that
Deceived me
.
The agony, that
My heart experienced
Worded which
I seldom heard

My
Words are riling me
Persuading me to use them
.
My
Thoughts are lyophilized
Paralysing my heart
.
I am nonplussed
I can't help crying

I would like to invite the faith
Despite it doubts me
For once I doubted it
.
I would like to invite the 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.

Have you ever seen
A Owner at work?
Have you ever seen
A Labor at rest?
.
Do you know
Who are rich?
Do you know
Who are poor?
.
This is the world we see.
Do you think
The world you see is right?

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.

When the streets
Filled with blood
When the blood
Kisses my feet
How can I write
The beauty of flowers?
.
When the corpse
Looks at me painfully
When the humanity
Whirling in hostility
How can I write
Bliss of the soul?

Oh TIME
How amazing you are!
Postnatal forever Begetting"the today"
.
Pregnant forever
Conceiving"the tomorrow"
.
Oh TIME
You explode
The convulsions of ages
.
Before we realize it
Enveloping them entirely
You innovate
The different
.
Oh TIME
How wonderful you are!