It was our the insane prophet that told me
He said 'son, to you I foretold what will be'
I saw fire in the wood
Blood filled boundless sea
Thugs in the hood
Plundering what is left off the street
Clouds from deepest end of hell
Clad from pit to pole in quilt dress
Gone with the wave is orderly and behaves
Turbulent tears from the eyes of the braves
Shadow of terror
Hauling all into a radiance flames
Alike are major and minors
For before the furnace all are same
Blindness in the valley
Danger lurks every alley
Madness was on the mountains
Thrusts and gushes-bloody fountains
Anger filled my heart
Its stinks out with fumes
I choked, my sprite sags
Even those in rome will not get a tomb,
High princes and the initiates
Adepts and whoever officiates
Nothing is ever equal in birth
All is to death.
And then there was coasts of loneliness
All has been severe so short
Endless path of wilderness
Getting lost
With no comforts from religions
Now that there is less collisions
Old ones are blind and numb
Young ones are all dumb
Mosquitoes
A sweet bite
Steady and slow
Draw all you might
Nature has been turned
Against its creatures
But now returns
When all hope has been lost.
A new chance and more miles
May it worth the while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem