The tyranny of the Shackles

Both eyes stare dreadfully
Scouting the outside world with wild arrogance
While guessing with the dursila that returns memoir
Regarding the fake actions of hungry pseudo bearers

Angkara of wrath is still too powerful
This self is sometimes helpless
Weak, careless, just give in.
Whereas in fact powerful

Grateful lust is still familiar with
this Self is so easy to get wrong and forget
A little is already complacent
Apply despicable
protection on the wall with the theme of love
Even though it's a lie

Who knows how long we will continue to be caught in the shackles of tyranny
While that dirty veil is slowly thinning for sure
Because all has been known by the almighty