A beautiful place made by God,
A place ordained for man.
Your maker is the wise creator,
But men has made you to act heartlessly and senseless
Vanity upon vanity
All that are in you,
What is new in you?
The world today
The world of corruption
Your leaders are corrupt and full of evil
The present generation
Is full of copyright,
Nothing at all, is new.
There is nothing that shall come
That has not been before, in you
Things that shall be done tomorrow
Had been done long time ago
Still men are proud of themselves
For nothing
The dust of the earth
Full of arrogant and proud of what he could not define.
Men had made the earth unsafe place.
Tell me what is new
To steal, is it a new thing?
To kill, is it a new thing on earth?
Is it to buy the earth whole earth and therein?
The earth is full of labor and toiling,
Nothing is complete
Men are like dried leaves
That when ever the branch is tired of it
It falls away and all trodden on it
The eyes is not satisfied with seeing
The ear has heard many things
Still not filled with hearing
A decaying matter
Like a snail moving on a high way not knowing the mind of high speed cars
So men are moving without know the mind of death
A day is set for man to decay. And
All that he achieved through toiling
Will be enjoyed by those after him
Like a wind moving
No one knows where it goes or where it comes from
Thus the days and months in the live of a man
Like a bag everyone with his own, so the heart
Every man with his own
No one knows what is inside another.
Man is not satisfied with what he sees and what he has
And all here on the earth are not enough to him.
No matter how great and wealthy a man is
He is not satisfied and can never be satisfied
A day is set for man to die;
Leaving all for the livings to enjoy
The hands that counts million daily,
Toils to count more,
He wishes to own the earth,
He wishes to buy all including men
Still a day is set for him to die.
He dies the way the poor dies
War is every, war
people are dieing
All is vanity, all are done, and all are gone
The creator has create and go,
Prophets have prophesied and go,
The mighty warriors have fought and go,
In a home where there is a buyer
One to sell is there
What has man on this earth?
Except to eat and enjoy
With the proceeds from his toil
Upon the riches and wealth,
Man can't add a day to his life.
Sickness comes' to him any time
He can't tell what his tomorrow would be.
Nothing is new on earth I say
All that exists have been before
A day a mighty is born
Is day is a mighty one dies.
The greatest days in the history of men
The day of birth and the day he dies
Men has forget that the ripper is coming back again
