Humanity in the abyss – a noiseless wave gathers.
How much did darkness make you bleed and suffer,
force you to survive despite wanting to perish?
I missed a lot of life, but maybe you’ll recover.
Drowning beneath the waves, dying from thirst.
At least, at last, you’ll be able to feel something.
Know what it’s like wried, dried, and split and burst,
as though the sound of constant war changes nothing,
maybe you’ll finally realise the actions of your words.