With what name should I call you?
Should I call you Heaven or call you hell?
Should I call you pain or call you peace?
Should I call you destruction or call you danseuse?
Man who has been ambitious and arrogant,
Sins have been multiplied and measureless,
Truth has been mutilated and meaningless,
Proud of his falsified strength
Feelings of superiority supersede
Arguments of every level intensified and attacking
Jealous and hatred find comfortable stay in every heart,
Love and intimacy are at receiving end.
Mother Earth is suffering from excruciating pains
The Moon is shivering and dwindling in his shallow cavern
The Sun is burning, spewing heat on to the Earth
O, invisible merciless, with what name should I call you?
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