The graveyard of corporate beliefs

 

Society,the graveyard of corporate beliefs,my God,

A marketplace of gatherings, big cities are now just.

All the lying market vendors are shouting your name and you continuously, 

They have actually long forgotten you, 

They have stopped talking to you alone, 

But they are deceiving everyone and themselves... 

They are afraid to admit it even to themselves in the mirror... 

The graveyard of corporate beliefs, my God, society, 

They have actually long forgotten you... 

A time of caged acting, zoos in the city and all gold medal war tactics... 

I am in the fire of a thousand troubles, 

I am a healing center for a single trouble dripping from my burning and drying body... 

I am at the bottom of the place that darkness calls darkness. 

I am one of those who cut off the pain for a drop of light and flutter their wings from my skin to the fire of truth. 

The name of love is passion or self-sacrifice, 

I am one of those who still give pure white flowers in deserts that have dried up without water for a century... 

Society, the graveyard of corporate beliefs, my God, 

They have actually forgotten you long ago...

Those who think they have taken the mind's breath counting paper lies in their pockets, 

A time these days it is not clear who is a slave to whom,who is a disciple to whom, 

I don't know how many gods these limestone prayers have, you forgive me, Even marbles crack from the hot and cold of lies... 

The graveyard of corporatized beliefs, my society god, 

They have actually forgotten you long ago... 

Huge glasses in front of me, 

A giant mug of ayran, and a tea as big as a huge glass building, 

I don't know whether to die sleeping or waking up, 

All the treacherous sins of the future are cooling down in front of me... 

The graveyard of corporatized beliefs, my society god, 

They have actually forgotten you long ago... 

They always pretend that you are on their mind... 

Lies have put on plastic green leaves so that they look more innocent now. 

The truths, waterless, dried up and neglected, abandoned in old pots on the window, my God... 

Please give us rain, 

Save us from the treacherous hands of your servants who are condemned to forget.

Please give us rain, 

Let greens sprout again,let the lands of truths give birth like four-leafed clover... 

Society, the graveyard of corporate beliefs,my God, 

In fact, they have long forgotten you... 

This theater of lies,played regularly many times every day with a unique music... 

They even deceive you, 

bending down and kissing the end of your infinite mercy... 

Please don't be fooled by them, 

Blow the flute of the apocalypse into their ears, my God, 

Let the fear inside them burn, destroy, shake and pull them out like rotten teeth... 

A drop of candle in the darkness, 

A shadow of flame in the blinding eternal light, 

A drop of water in the embers, 

A drop of fire in the hell of ice, 

In the endless hells of all these multitudes, always hold my hand with the little,my God, 

Amen.

10.29 The ants on the planet dig and build nests for themselves. 

The stars scatter crumbs from the sun from our eyes to our doors... 

and we collect good deeds from star dust for our children in our one-year life before the great winter when we will sleep... 

The prayers of the faithful protect us by closing our tops, Noah's Ark from the spring floods... 

and above us, God's angels are as fast as lights, all the bumblebees... 

the devil is just a cicada watching us on a leaf above us... 

What does it mean to believe, as if God, You, me and a few prayers I have spun from sentences from me to you...

* Please forgive me for the idioms, metaphors and rhymes that may change from language to language due to translation. I am happy if we could even get a little closer to each other in the emotions felt.