It’s a world where wealth accumulates and men decay,
The land of forgetfulness where God deals righteously,
Full of people who are devoured of their originality;
The lives lived under influences creating banality,
The audacity to even forget God has a large sense of extremity.
How we forget! How we do forget!
The communication of this information may be an actual violation,
An actual violation of rules which for a choice, I have no dimension
In truth, this hybrid nature gives me not even a single provision.
What is there to do so I can get out of this situation?
While I was thinking upon this things
A grief ago? A moment ago? A thought ago?
A little stream was rushing so wildly, so full of adrenaline
That I thought that the pounding was just a ticking bomb
It is a little stream of admonition
What was it? I deemed it fit to know the root of this
I followed without haste to wait for the memory
To declare itself to me, prepared was my mind for horror
As my nerves where for the foreseen agitation
That I tried to shut out the disconsolate moan of the wind.