History is a relative of reality
To whom he/she was born not be legitimized
Members of others still are trying
Not to find truth, but to show legitimating
The world had become a fiction
Only heroes play a great role
Ignorance creates logically perfectness
Since the brain has lack of wisdom
Myth is a beautiful princess,
Has put on a colorful dress
To whom all humans fell in love
Not to the relative of reality
Knowledge is not the wisdom
Wisdom is not the knowledge
Both together still are trying
To beak the fiction of the world
The belief is the supreme God
Shrine is build in mind everyone
No one wish to break it up
At least need to have mere impostor worship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem