Though life has become a banished delusion,
Still the soul is unpainted,
Though the dreams have their own fantasies,
Still the imagination is unwritten.
Though nightmares have found their ways to reality,
Still the subconscious mind shows the wantings and need,
Though the hopeless days have become the knives on neck,
Still the consciousness to bargain with light and dark has left,
Though God has painted the body fragile,
But the soul is still strong.
Though the mind is losing its consciousness into the dark,
Though the eyes have lost their light under the sun,
Though the ears have lost their hearing within the sound,
But still the hope to be alive is left.
Though the sinners are begging their pardon to heaven,
But it all seemed to be condemned
Between the earthly hell.
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