Advent of the Dark Dancing God

Desires and hope,
what are being suppressed all the times.

I had never turned back,
looked back.

And I now see the whole way of the dirt,
whole way of the killed desires,
in sacrifice of just intellect.

Oh! Oh! My God!

Why can't we raise our ambitions,
our arrogance,
our selfishness,
to the threshold of the heaven,
to the place of Gods,
gods of sacrifice, love, and humanity?

It's the most painful drama:
the huge massacre of our true selves,
massacre of our true godlike souls.

We were animals,
and we are too now,
unless we have started dethroning gods,
to worship our ambitions, our pride, our true desires.