You take away their sleep
And treat them like sheep
You make them feel odd
Like a Fatman sitting on thier bode
Who is to blame!

Hard penetration!
Tears for brutal indication!
Yet who is to blame__

Afixed bitter memories
Killing their elated bliss__
Why deny them happiness
Consuming their privatehood forcefully__
Heaven is angry: and man's future now is bleak

Wasteful pastime it is...
It distracts the attention from Divinity
Spirituality, devotion, service...