In the age of simulation

We have a Creator

"Glory be to Him"

He created us with His light

And to perfect us He perfected

His wisdom encompassed everything

And for it we understood

We cloned species

To imitate others

We saw goals in knowledge

And we decorated the world as a paradise

But it turned against us

When we regulated time to realize it

So it began to pressure ourselves

We assumed our reality

And we acquired the truth

And we touched the secret

The fault is in us

And whoever lacks something does not give it

The ignorant consumes what he owns

With our world we began to play

And we became in between

We grow to the rhythm of the goal

And assumption became a game

When knowledge seemed a trap

In which most of the naive fall

And the dream became a hope for us

No dignity is preserved in it

And indifference became an end

And for the sake of hope as for the sake of contemplation we lost

We moved away from what made us happy

When I was assassinated Instinct in us

The machine became our companion

And we surrendered to globalization

So we isolated ourselves like fools

When anxiety attacked us

We were alive in the past

We felt what surrounded us

And we aspired to what we saw as our luck

So we began to chew everything that was digested

And the interventions of our senses became confused

We only choose what is presented to us

We do not avoid the danger of what brings us

Like children with old bodies

We are amazed by everything that attracts us

We assassinate the present with oblivion

And we spend time playing

As if magic had taken hold of us

And our lives were shortened

When we sold our minds to others

So their intelligence acted on us

And we were slaughtered like sheep

When the "ego" became arrogant

And the soul began to procrastinate

So life was no longer delicious

Except for the lazy among us

May God have mercy on the servant who knew his worth