What happen to the mischerious world ,
all man kind is abode in acess.
Mock crowd is hark to behold,
without divides poor and dives.
What hell rises ,in the horizon of peace,
that can rend a realm rapidly.
When can we say adieu, at afar,
betide as a glaive between us.
When can we rise to a "effulgent aurora",
it slay impuissant ones, sans gender blinds.
Corpse are simply lying ,here and there,
they were returns without, last kisess.
Today our world sinks in darkling,
destroys all ,foreign power apace.
Oh God ,is it a betoken from U ,
to the mans,cruel desires.
Can we call up the fulfilling yesterdays,
and gave bit rest, to hardworking angels.
Dream always the lucent, recovering days
and catch the target by "BREAK THE CHAIN ".
