The jagged talons of metal glistens
Staring at you through the eye that listens
Fear the lonely future for the unknown is here
Darkness becomes sanctuary as the lunatics’ footsteps near
Buildings crumble like crackers squeezed by the hand
Fires spread as God’s wrath purifies the land
Nightmarish objects keep up with the rapid eye
The clouds shed no light as the demons pass you by
Now you cry, cry in a corner when the truth is said
Dreaming without sleep, unexplainable presence in your head
So many times in my life I could have related to that poem... Keep writing, it's really good! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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