Either our prayers have been rejected by God
Or perhaps God never comes
And when the obligations to annihilating relinquished their powers
No one is coming to save you
Where is the fertile land
with the warming sun,
the greener grass,
the fresher air,
and the blue skies that you have promised to us?
Because all I have seen was the barren desert
These skeletons, now i turned to be the skeleton
O' master, what kind of delusion that you have made?
You said about wealth,
I saw poverty
You said about happiness,
I saw suffering
You said about humanity,
I saw genocide
You said about pride,
I saw insanity
You said about peace,
I saw war
You said about life,
I'm already dead.

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