In a land called dystopia,

lies all our mania and dementia

In a caliginous atmosphere,

yes, I live in there.

In a dark misty firmament,

fallen angels were sent

unknown faces from different places

filled with mishaps and sadness.

Weak little hearts wandering through the dark,

these young people were deeply crushed

and belittled for they have felt so crippled

Yes, I have seen them

Yes, I have felt their agony

and I, I wished to see serenity

innocent beings were treated unfairly

and I, I who wished nothing but peace

but I have been trapped in this hell hole

I have nothing but a weak soul

I am a dystopian,

soon I will be gone.