Like ugly nightmares, We suffer from what's going on All levels Simply because this world never stops Choking us with its painful hands That tie our whole bodies With these permanent and endless Pains and sufferings... Our dreams are merely pretty nightmares If compared to that world's ugly nightmares Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, It's like we're living in the one-thousand and One nights' tales... Everyday is worse than the day before it Simply because that's our current world... From an ugly calamity to another ugly calamity On a daily basis like something Inevitable and permanent... Our ugly tunnel of darkness goes on and Never ends like anything hellish anytime...
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I would like to translate this poem