Deserted Field

I wished for a man to be greater than a man, he became a god doesn’t know the meaning of humbleness, but is self righteous; from the sky he flows as a cloud of arrogance rain pours with no consideration on inhabitants of the earth; on the footmarks he left in the field where the sun rises and sets, you see only unrecoverable ruins. I wished for a man to be less than a man, he became a beast doesn’t know the meaning of love; he attacks anybody, anywhere and anytime to slander others; there are bitten and torn remains of defamed ones scattered all over in the wilderness. Disgusted from life on the other side of the world, though, I came back to the world of human society I found that men are still unable to keep away from covetousness, furthermore, men are wandering in the empty fields of neither god nor beast to find a blood sacrifice it doesn’t matter whom to offer.