The legitimacy is torsion
acting as life's infinite
when immortality is extortion
forcing people into the pits.
Do I hate joyous endings,
angry at humanity,
jealous of ascending,
or impervious to insanity?
I'll admit that I am envious
of the marvelous quality of ignorance
careful, acting callow is venomous
while perceiving existence with nonexistence.
ETERNAL?
By what means does immortality exist
with a particular contradiction
to variate, to perish, to desist
apologies for this nonfiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem