When the world will bow for the sake of sanity,
And the creator gives you pity,
When the water will contrast with your insanity
And the blood runs in the city,
When the good and evil is not differed by reasons,
And the populous doesn’t care of any treason,
The time will come when aches will reek from limbs,
When the wails for pain will be considered a sin.
When the art will be devoured by profanity,
The words will not foretell the curious insanity,
When the heat of body will be superior to of mind,
The era will come when relations won’t have time.
When the good and evil will be just trademarks,
And the populous won’t be worried about the obscene remarks,
The time will come when heart will become of tin,
When the wails of heart will be considered a sin.
When nudity will become joyous and free,
And the clothes won’t be able to conceal dignity.
When pleasure will battle against the intellect,
And the souls will embrace the dreadful dialect.
When the good and evil will be mere words,
And the populous will act as the poultry herd,
The time will come when the intellect will be dim,
When the sound of reason will be considered a sin.