We came into this world to cease.
To wither, in vain to exist.
To remain like a blink of an eye,
To disconnect from the idols that always survive.

Wandering in this endless web of atrophy,
Looking for a way to take a step back in this extinction eddy!
How to get healed from the poison of mortality?
How to jump out of this vicious circle of futility?

You're preoccupied with the idol creation,
To save your ego from oblivion!

Imago dei, God creation.
Trial escape from declension!
To build a God from yourself, to become immortal!
The idolatry of your ego, wrapped in a falsified idol!

A chance to make your ego glorified,
So, the storm of passing quiets down.
You can become timeless by slowing the time,
The idolatry of your ego, wrapped in an idol falsified!

You would crack the sky of heavens, to reveal the face of your god,
Just to convince others that you and him have a lot in common.

Imago dei, God creation.
Trial escape from declension!
To build a God from yourself, to become immortal!
The idolatry of your ego, wrapped in a falsified idol!

You would crack the sky of heavens, to reveal the face of your god,
Just to convince others that you and him have a lot in common.
But others see themselves, too through the wound of the sky.
Others' idols are also built from themselves deep inside.
And time is speeding up again, the poison of mortality's suffocating,
Everyone judges others by their own standards, and sticks to their own truth within.
Imago dei, God creation.
A failed escape from declension!