Pray is the false hope that the weak falls for
the minds of the weak can not deal with the
feeling of knowing nothing
they make false prophets
they do meaningless things to satify their small minds
which can not cpoe with the real world
so they make their own false realilty
Knowing nothing of nothing they become our teachers
in their false reality they think that they are are right
but in reality their Stardust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem