Sorry this is so late,
Six years actually.
I'll only disturb your rest this one time.
I just wanted to say
When the time comes I prefer you're not
Thrown into the lake of fire. Though,
I wouldn't plead for your soul either.
The best I can do is request that it happens fast.
You're probably not scared of burning, but I know
You'll turn over in your grave
When I say this,
Happy belated birthday, Dad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem