Wailing now continues with impeccable persistence.
I cannot place importance of this vermian existence.
The stringent noises calculate the perfect end of time,
But, space will conquer all that's transcendental and sublime.
Bring forth the royal diadem and place it as my crown.
I'd like to witness everything while it is falling down.
Mistakes are made (I'm one of them) but with this, I digress.
It is not yet appropriate for minions to confess.
So, raise your coronets and swords! Light the wicked fires!
Let's all complete the majesty the end has to conspire!
Be faithful, honest, most indeed, be diligent and true.
For what you see happen to me will forthright come to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
important part of life, good one