We all know,
We all feel that
The despot walks confidently in this realm
With his ruthless power and strength,
He is not really the flesh,
Still he behaves perfectly like the cruel flesh.
With our weak mind and fragile strength
We are afraid to fight against him,
The relentless despot is present everywhere in this arena
And he has fully grabbed our mind and spirit.
There is no denying that
Actually we are stronger than him with our vast sphere and stature, if we walk together;
But in reality we are weaker than him
With our treacherous feelings, enmity, jealousy and selfishness.
To tell the truth, we have been defeated at the end
And the merciless despot has won in a convincing manner,
I certainly believe so,
It's the worst oppression on us,
Oh god! rescue us.
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